These are more than musings, observations or genteel analyses, the time of which is long gone.
These rants are sporadic lava that I spew when the plates of social justice are surreptitiously shifted by some scamping wretch whose actions usually stem from the derangement of making more money than he knows what to do with at the cost of starving neighbourhoods over which his building looms like a concrete phallus, or from the deeds of his crony – some communal pettifogging political urchin whose quest for the cameras, foreign travel, new dresses and make-up – and just this – arises from wilful illiteracy, a criminal background, and hedonism that inevitably rushes to occupy the space left vacant by missing intellect in any trader’s top storey.
And this duo can only flourish in the fertile pathology of India – with its shameless pretence of secularism, and its conscious granting of legitimacy to criminal communalism under the glorious and inapposite caption of ‘ideology’ gifted to groups of loathsome vote seekers donning the concealing colors of spirituality, colors which coincidentally and deservedly mirror the colors of excrement. It’s natural then that they all earn patronage and gain followers of those to whom the lines between excreta and food are genuinely blurred. Not surprising, given that in their case, the difference between the two orifices at the end of the alimentary canal is also notional in every sense – be it in terms of sound, output or deed. To them, their saffron leader’s flatulence is heady and intoxicating, because he truly represents them. You get what you deserve; this was never truer than in 2014. And a hint of it was dropped earlier, immediately after the demolition of the Babri Masjid. And the confirmation of it was emphatically given in 2019 by the Supreme Court, which was till that time, the last remaining leg of Indian democracy. But more than even that, the final saving grace recourse of democracy i.e ‘We, the people’ also crumbled in an easy acceptance – it lay down for a second rape. So now, honestly it is time to accept that there may be no other nation on earth whose people have proven through their cowardice that they indeed deserve this.
A handful of us are masturbating our outrage in words and that may well be the only hope. So before inevitable censorship strikes let’s make the most of it. Because the only other remaining solutions for India are – genetic restructuring of Indian polity or simple and straightforward migration out of India, through which we will take our culture with us to a new geography, so that the same culture which screwed India, screws the new one, because so far those guys are still unsuspecting. That’s because they are LIBERAL – the exact opposite of us. They work to attract people from all over the world to their countries, while we work to expel those who have come and settled here through shameful shite like NRC. So this is what I recommend. Before censorship inevitably kicks in like it has in the in the roomy backsides of Indian media, let’s rave and rant on blogposts, after which we will take our lotas to a new unsuspecting geography and crap in fine Indian tradition. Since we can’t make India ‘a better place’, let’s screw the hell out of the whole word like the good gujjus are doing in America. Let’s infect the world with our spiritual shit. Why should only the trees in Aarey have all the fun.
So in short, the posts here are scathing rants of someone who has missioned himself to kick the shameful beneficiaries of India’s useless democracy – disgraceful Moneybags and their pimps in Indian polity – squarely in their fat and wrinkled rumps with a pen that breathes and a spirit that is alive.
All that is written in this blog is needlessly protected by copyright. Who will dare sign ownership to such open vitriol.