I
The day dawned polluted and grey. Sinister,
I may add. It was a day like no other. The pall of pollution hung in the air,
obscuring the heat from the sun. I am feeling cold. Two things were at a
crucial juncture for which people were anxious to get through. Say, “Fu*k it”
and “go away.”
When I went for a walk there was an eerie
silence around me. Yeah, it’s all those people with stashes of black money
counting them and keeping them ready, not knowing it will be waste paper they
couldn’t even wipe their behinds with. Remember those photographs where you had
these stacks of 500 rupee notes and 1000 rupee notes in a room, of which the
owner was a guy who ran a medical school. He had collected all these bribes for
admissions and was storing in a granary, those traditional ones in Kerala, as
if it were rice or tapioca right after harvesting. There were people committing
suicide in the rest of the country and this man was accepting bribes for giving
admissions to future doctors. Well, it’s these future doctors who would treat
you and me, when we are sick, peoples. What will he do with that money which is
paper now? Make a bonefire of it and cry?
II
On this same day, at another end of the
world, a long and vicious fight had come to a close. Two candidates accused
each other of being monsters on public platforms. Yes, monsters! A man who is a
racist, a misogynist, a rapist facing a rape charge (what else?), a man who
threatens to jail his competitor, a man who is known as a sexual predator, win,
becomes the president of the most powerful country in the world. What? You ask?
Who elected him? Ask yourself?
9th November 2016, I will never
forget you! What's about these 9/11s?
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