In all a heaps of slurs and insults and a tidal waves of snub over a many facets of a JNU issue, a Rohith Vemula suicide, a assault by a lawyers, a hatred mail, a threats, a conflict in Pampore, a Jat rebellion, a post Smriti Irani malediction and other such goodies a one that ranks a conduct and shoulder above a rest of a stuff, is a groan and groaning by people who are enchanting in this ‘we are doomed’ performance.
In a line that doesn’t finish come an army of these egghead fiends prepared and fervent to tell us that India is on a margin of disaster.
Sorry to defect you, folks, though India is okay, she will lift through, all this flint is not even an acne mark on a motherland’s visor. Since 9 Feb we have been fed this diet of dismay and I, for one, am adult to here with it.
And to wring your hands in anguish like a weird take off on Lady Macbeth after she did a unwashed on Duncan is pretentious conceit. How brave we move India into your sparse small equations? None of us are that critical nor do we have a energy to harm this country, so get over it. Stop graceful ourselves.
You unequivocally consider that a antics (yours, mine, a media, a politicians, a students with their creatively minted rage, a lawyers, Modi, Smriti Irani, Rahul Gandhi, Uncle Tom Cobbelly ) supplement adult to anything over intelligent self-indulgence? We are not even collectively a footnote in history.
India has seen invaders, pestilence, drought, floods, only to name a few negatives over thousands of years and she has persevered and come out stronger.
No garland of kids (who have nonetheless to acquire a living) cheering slogans are going to harm a nation. Bleeding hearts bellyaching about a disappearance of leisure and a flitting nuisance to their cossetted lives don’t even count as a aspect wound.
Reservations and Dalits, riots and bouts of madness, misapplication and violence, they are like puffs of wind, ill and unwanted, though they can't blow a residence down. So stop observant it. The Indian fabric is finished of calico and leather, not tissue.
I listen to (and read) these people violence their small breasts in fear during a disease that has befallen us (not my word, theirs) and consider what sad, contemptible lives they contingency lead that they have to take their pitiable small issues and balloon them into live or die equations, migoodness, if this is not accurate India will tumble into a dry small heap.
Media and a many not-always-splendid facets is only a flitting fad, changing a underwear each day, withdrawal not even a hash on a physique politic.
The politicians are only leaves in a breeze, branch brownish-red and finally swept away, celebration over, on yer bike, mate! A hundred thousand have come, finished their misfortune and floated off given 1947 and India is still there.
And, this Sunday morning, let’s demeanour in a counterpart and move this whole month to an end…literally jump off it.
You wish a cut of vicious fact. It is mostly a Delhi upcountry thing. All this sound hardly receives an relate in a south and a west and token support aside, life in 90% of India is inexperienced by all a goings on in this month.
They are too bustling removing by a day, doing what good people do, going to work, holding caring of their homes, their families, putting food on a table, enchanting in that implausible Indian practice of majboori. They do not have a time to be Delhi-centric or, in a softer phase, indulge in a shenanigans of a northern bloc.
The media, generally TV, is force-feeding a mix to a republic though all that occurs in Delhi and a north is not always of riveting seductiveness to people in a rest of a country. You wish to consider it is, hit yourself out.
Just stop fussy about a republic being in peril…you wish!!