"Nelson Mandela is dead, long live Nelson Mandela."
The 'Madiba' finally proved to the world that he was, after all, a mere human. He proved that he was made of flesh and blood, and was suspect to all the earthly diseases that we mortals are subject to. He proved that he is not the "God walking the earth" individual he is made out to be.
But then, where is the fire? Where is the usual blowing-up of this issue? Where is the 24*7 coverage on his life- starting from the day he learnt to speak "Hi, Dad" to the day he said-"I'm free, at last"?
In sort, where are those soppy-sad stories that play around perennially on our television and computer screens? We pride ourselves on being an emotional nation- a nation where even superficial television characters are loved so much that control-freaks like Ekta Kapoor also have to resurrect dead characters back to life (hint- 'Mihir' in "Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi")- but what has happened to this very nation when one of the greatest and most inspirational advocates of peace and humanity has finally passed on?
Where are the salutary posts on Facebook? The signatories? The messages? The pictures? The paraphernalia? In short, where is the love?
Oh, I get it- this is India, after all. This is the nation where you are jailed for kissing your girlfriend in a park, but are considered 'Minister material' if you kill people. Funny thing that the police who are so dutiful as 'self-appointed moral guardians' are also the same police, who can't tell their elbow from their ass when it comes to catching the riders of those 150 kmph-speeding bikes.
You see, what I'm trying to drive at is- the cat-fights between Congress and BJP is being repeatedly given so much footage that if any more of their "Saas-bahu brand of jhagdaa" comes to limelight, I'll fucking puke.
However, the man who got inspired and followed our own "Father of the Nation" is not getting any importance. And ours is supposed to be the country of secularism, love and affection. The East has since long met with the West and yet, here we are- the "Bastardized Generation", who'll believe anything they see on TV. If they say on TV that clouds are raining wine, we will fucking run to our terraces with a mug.
Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, Chandrasekhar Azad, Bhagat Singh and rest of the guys died fighting for this very same country, which is now full to the brim with morons and ass-kissers. And all we can talk about is the next foldable tablet (which might be Finland-made), and the next 15K smartphone (which might be China-made).
How shameless and superficial we are, really?
The 'Madiba' finally proved to the world that he was, after all, a mere human. He proved that he was made of flesh and blood, and was suspect to all the earthly diseases that we mortals are subject to. He proved that he is not the "God walking the earth" individual he is made out to be.
But then, where is the fire? Where is the usual blowing-up of this issue? Where is the 24*7 coverage on his life- starting from the day he learnt to speak "Hi, Dad" to the day he said-"I'm free, at last"?
In sort, where are those soppy-sad stories that play around perennially on our television and computer screens? We pride ourselves on being an emotional nation- a nation where even superficial television characters are loved so much that control-freaks like Ekta Kapoor also have to resurrect dead characters back to life (hint- 'Mihir' in "Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi")- but what has happened to this very nation when one of the greatest and most inspirational advocates of peace and humanity has finally passed on?
Where are the salutary posts on Facebook? The signatories? The messages? The pictures? The paraphernalia? In short, where is the love?
Oh, I get it- this is India, after all. This is the nation where you are jailed for kissing your girlfriend in a park, but are considered 'Minister material' if you kill people. Funny thing that the police who are so dutiful as 'self-appointed moral guardians' are also the same police, who can't tell their elbow from their ass when it comes to catching the riders of those 150 kmph-speeding bikes.
You see, what I'm trying to drive at is- the cat-fights between Congress and BJP is being repeatedly given so much footage that if any more of their "Saas-bahu brand of jhagdaa" comes to limelight, I'll fucking puke.
However, the man who got inspired and followed our own "Father of the Nation" is not getting any importance. And ours is supposed to be the country of secularism, love and affection. The East has since long met with the West and yet, here we are- the "Bastardized Generation", who'll believe anything they see on TV. If they say on TV that clouds are raining wine, we will fucking run to our terraces with a mug.
Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, Chandrasekhar Azad, Bhagat Singh and rest of the guys died fighting for this very same country, which is now full to the brim with morons and ass-kissers. And all we can talk about is the next foldable tablet (which might be Finland-made), and the next 15K smartphone (which might be China-made).
How shameless and superficial we are, really?
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