Sunday, March 6, 2016

My Great Country

How is India a great country? Half the people in this country are not aware of or understand the full extent of fundamental rights, or how they apply to our lives.
What constitutes the meaning of a great country? I don't think you and I know the meaning of a great country. All we know are textbook answers and empty phrases: "Bharath Matha Ki Jai", "India is a great country", "I'm proud to be an Indian".
You and I don't know the meaning of those words. We wear them like new clothes, before every national holiday or cricket match.
We bicker for TRP ratings. We start smear campaigns for votes. We objectify to fill theater halls. We oppress for greed. We condemn children to heritage. We study to earn. We work to take more from the world.
We fall in love to fuck. We marry to measure our worth.
We love to hate, and we hate to love and sympathise. We believe in our traditions, yet we know only the abridged version.
Men wear ethnic wear just for occasions, yet women must wear them at all times. 
We love all things glittery. We want to live a modern world, but with the rules of the old one.
We trust second-hand information; our senses are just for our gratification. A life without pleasure is no life at all. Pleasure must come to us in all forms. Discomfort is our enemy. We don't learn from discomfort. We learn to avoid discomfort. 
Another's suffering is not my own. The world can burn; my house is safe. 
Children die from hunger in the hundreds, but mine doesn't have a high percentage.
We love watching TV, the invention of our age.
Our children are wrong to use the world wide web, the invention of their age. 
Our children must make life choices in alignment with our wishes; we will die and leave them to do the same. 
We say there is prosperity when there are still those without a roof over their heads.
We build schools for free education, but we eat up the money given to build bathrooms.
We will hold onto the past and never let go. We also want virtual reality to watch Salman Khan.
Cricket stars are not our idols; they are our slaves. Our cocks in cock-fights. If one defects, slaughter it and put another in its place. 
Our movie stars are those we wish to love and fuck, but we will settle for the ones who pay us the most.
We believe politics runs itself, forever sprouting units to crank its rusty gears. We believe law doesn't apply to us, but to the person standing next to me.
We let Bollywood and soap operas be our teachers of History. We believe books were made to blind us.
We let mass-murderers off the hook if they offer us a glorified version of pre-colonial "exploit and trade".
We are the judge. We are the police. We are the truth. We are the enlightenment. We can speak no wrong.
We want freedom, but we understand only privileges. We are united. We are divided.
The love for our country only blooms when we set foot on foreign soil.
We are idiots. Deluded, misguided, with a fiery spirit, unaware of worthier causes.
We are not a great country. We may have roots of gold, but the bark is rotting from within.
There are those who work towards the light and truth, but we will label them and ostracize them.
We a not a great country. In fact, we are not even a country at all. We are divided factions bundled together in a boundary, led by those who thrive on our ignorance.
There are those like Arnab Goswami, who distract us with gimmicks.
We are not a great country. We are great confusion. We are empty headed activists fueling personal agendas. 
We are righteous and arrogant. We dismiss those we do not understand. We accept those who are our images. We doubt that which is different.
We are not a country. We are helpless and lost. We are idiots.
P.S.: If this makes me an Anti-National in your eyes, then you do not understand what a Nation is. I believe that to you, the word 'Nation' is only an empty sound, into which you must cram any meaning you can find and throw it at other people's faces. You are a gossip girl, capable of only gossip and misdirecting people from what really matters.

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