Sunday, December 7, 2008

All the hullabaloo for nothing...

They change their gtalk/gmail/yahoo/orkut/facebook status messages...
"Terror in -----"
"Terrorist B******ds"
"ABC thinks terrorists should be hanged and stoned in public"
"XYZ salutes Indian Army"

They start tweeting and blogging incessantly providing the most unverifiable news of the minute..
A post every hour...
News links..
Video links...
Snapshots of bloodshed and mayhem...

They ping one another and discuss the news over lunch and dinner times.. They express their deep concern about their peer's closed ones who might be in the vicinity of the terror...

They turn into reporters, get to the terror spot with the help of their privileged friends and take pictures to portray their guts on a facade and often form objects of instant dislike for authorities trying to get the situation under control...

They brag about their or their friend's close shave with death, however anti-close that might be...

They open communities and pages dedicating to the attack and spew out venom in the discussion forums...

They take out peace processions, taking a leaf outta 'Rang De Basanti", they hold candlelight vigils at tourist places and take photos with their gizmos to prove their solidarity towards the cause... They feel even if they gain nothing through such activities, they lose nothing as well...

They watch news channels throughout the day and fume and splutter at the politicians who visit the terror sites with movie directors and bollywood sons...

They hold up placards delineating the pathetic condition of the nation, and cursing politicians and terrorists alike, designating them to the level of dogs, which they feel is vile enough...

And then they write blog posts like these listing out the shortcomings of today's generation...

Who are they??? They are me. I am them. I am one of those countless young generation of India who are so apathetic and helpless, that we seek divine intervention for all our problems...

We are animals, nothing more... We are the sheep, a pack of wolves attacks us and takes a kill or two, and all we do is maaaa...maaaa... maaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....
Do not compare us to eunuchs or dogs, for they lead far more dignified lives than us...
We are the young generation of India, and unless a revolution ensues (which is highly unlikely in a country like ours), we are here to sit and watch...


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