Indians In Love

Indians have fell in love with historical fiction. Not the one where fiction incorporates historical elements but the one where fiction is served up as history.

And we gobble it all up as reality and consider ourselves smarter for having done so. It's a selective exercise in being a highbrow audience & a demonstration of our rarified taste, or rather, honestly speaking, distaste.

The flock is being fattened, the junkies are being hooked up with free morphine dripping out of every moving picture screen, every printed billboard, every fm wavelength & every website and app.

Anyways, my friends' neighbour's daughter is named Darwin. Unfortunately, now she probably won't learn about him in school. None of her peers will be able to point it out to her that being teased in the name of Darwin is not too bad, even if it is a boy's name. Hey, but it could be worse, because she could have 13 as her roll number & 13 is an unlucky number !

Read a 500 page book or saw a 3 hour movie and got offended by something that happened ? Well, you sure worked hard to get offended. Your sentiments got hurt because of what I said ? Well, what about my sentiments? They got hurt as soon as you reacted negatively to what I said.
This way, we can take turns to tap the "offended!" button perpetually, until the dialogue ceases and silence lingers forever. And the catphrase of the week will fill that void instead.

This framework that encourages taking offense has been carefully crafted and its use is publicly demonstrated for wider adaptability.

I do realise that posting this kind of stuff is futile. But, hey, noboby else can decide what Sysiphus is ought to think as he climbs down the fleet of stairs.