FAST- that's is the new ideological or twittering weapon in the hands; oops! in the bellies of the public. Anything that doesn't goes down well with your political and economic diet, you sit down to fast. And if you happen to be higher in the 'social food' chain, your fast draws in the crowd from the lower order.
FURIOUS- that's what everyone turns into once there is a "FAST" happening nearby. People throng to join the protest, seated around the 'fasting' deity, hoping for a media camera to catch their "furiousness". Furious because graft has caused chronic indigestion of society, because accountability of government is amiss in the public curry, because scrutiny of law and order is left undercooked. And hence we fast.
So what comes first; fasting or the furiousness? How does it matter as long as it's under media glare and loud enough for everyone to know. People are feeling disgusted at the buffet being served by the government. Warren Buffet would dish out a better meal, single-handed. Telecom, CWG, CVC, land grabbing, mining scams, every meal is a disaster; every recipe is faulty. Naturally, public won't take anymore of it. A fast was imminent. So does this call for changing the "chef" in our kitchen?
The demands are growing fast after fast and so is their frivolous nature. You can't expect a authentic Hyderabadi Biryani when there is no zaffran in the kitchen! The government on it's part is trying (at least it seems so) to mete out every order. But we're Furious, aren't we. We'll fast ( even that seems so) till all our demands are redressed. The government is under scanner for many wrongdoings of immediate past and is being taken to task.
So what's the basic agenda behind "FAST"? Is it that people will throng in with sympathy in their pockets, is it that the government, fearing the death of a public figure in public, bow down to demands, is it because fasting was made fashionable by Gandhi, or is it because the average Indian is obese. Whatever be the reason, everyone reacts furiously to it, as if people ain't starving to death in hinterlands. But that doesn't necessarily imply that food not consumed by the "fasting" public is redistributed to the already malnourished ones. WHAT A PITY!
It's in your drunk walk, it's in your boozed breath, it's in your blurred vision and it stays within you. It's your weird-ass craziness.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
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