Irrelevant to the title I will start by informing that I am
really angry or more so frustrated and disappointing your expectations, no I
will not give melodramatic hoopla about my failed love life or my dog’s not so
usual greenish poo. My traumatic mind stage could be because of my broken leg
and my not so fancy affair with the bed, but it hurts much more then my resting
ass that the country I am resting my soul in, is so filthy in its functioning.
Every time I have come up on a social medium for any sort of amusement as such
(elaboration on that later), I left pregnant with rage and anger. I feel
molested from the first thing I wake up to do to the last thing I do before
sleeping (offcourse peeing).
I sweat off to work because I can’t put on a.c in my car
considering increased fuel prices, sometimes even takes train only to get
grabbed in wrong areas to pay taxes which are not used to built roads or more
tracks but to provide home theatre facilities in parliament to screen various
adult clips or to grab shirts in deciding who wins the corruption game. Again I
don’t want to crib and all, considering I myself haven’t done much for the
country but my self questioning trips involves question marks such as what if I
was born in a normal country (normal can be debated), I probably would have a
lifestyle of paying taxes, electing government and going to office, similarly a
politician’s lifestyle would “ideally” include paying taxes, electing
government and going to office (here office means taking care of country or so
people). So was it a curse to be born in this country, because no matter what
my heart still beats, weeps and beeps (censored) for this country.
Anyways diverting to more glamorous issues its monsoon time
and what a wonderful time it is, flooding cities, people dying, dams over
flowing, wet songs in bollywood and numerous diseases. Quite a vibrant and busy
time of the year I must say. From wet desires to wet dreams to wet crops it
involves all. Internet crashes much more then usual, electricity plays hide and
seek, roads become more of a puzzle to be solved and cricket matches get washed
away but still this heart pounds for a quick rain dance with some sizzling
pakodis on the tunes of some long gone A.R.Rehman’s composition. If its your
lucky day then some senorita might get out in this rain, on some surviving street
with some raging courage (considering recent Noida based headlines) and by making
some less smart decisions, can ask you to share your umbrella. So what the heck
if it floods, if it kills, if it gets you ill, if it is filmy, it still is well
worth to get out in this rain and who knows some senorita is just waiting for
you take a rain check.
Meanwhile one urges all the power holding, khakee bearing senors
and senoritas of various tehsils, districts, cities, states and country to get
a rain check and probably burn some rightful 'coal' for providing warmth to the
wet and shivering country,
“kyunki senorita bade
bade desho main, aisi choti choti baatein nahi hone chahiye”.
