I Am Anngry
Two days ago I was in a hospital waiting room when they flashed news on the TV about a bomb blast outside Delhi High court. Over the next few hours as I watched more coverage of the event, I felt a crazy anger simmering within. I wanted to get a butter knife and slash some noses right away.
Just as I was about to finish my cheese sandwich and rush out with the sharp plastic knife, I realized I didn’t know who deserved my wrath more. There were just too many contenders.
Who was I truly mad at?
Of course, i was mad at the jihadi idiots for thinking that they will help their religion by killing and maiming innocent people. If religion inspires us to kill, then maybe it is time we did away with all religions before we end up destroying the planet.
All that these terrorists have achieved is desensitize us to tragedies. Number of casualties is now a mere statistic. Nobody feels sorry for the ones who died. The govt will announce a few lakhs compensation. Media will report the number in bold letters. The common man will just say ‘wow’ and move on. Purpose served? No.
Then there were the news channel crews, competing to be the first to break whatever news they could find. They were all over the place. Pushing mikes into the faces of people crying over the ones who died. Running behind ambulances with their cameras. Zooming into the wounds of the injured. Overall doing a fine job of running around like headless chicken and in general being insensitive pricks. Absolutely worthy of getting shoes flung at them.
And then there were our politicians, following their standard operating procedure.
Step 1 – Condemn the attack.
Step 2 – Issue stupid statements blaming the enemy of your choice, well before the investigation has started.
Step 3 – Retract stupid statement. Claim to be quoted out of context. Reiterate that the perpetrators will be brought to justice.
Step 4 – Rush to the hospital, to add to the commotion. Try to appear to help. Plenty of brownie points up for grabs.
Step 5 – Get Parliament adjourned, and return home to a nice cup of tea at the taxpayer’s expense.
And these are the same politicians whose testicles seem to climb up to their stomachs when it comes to punishing the two relics of our times – one who attacked the Parliament, and the other who killed dozens of hapless Mumbaiites in cold blood.
It was a close contest.
Other contenders were the police who, for all the threat perception, failed to safeguard an institution as important as the high court. There were the government agencies who have now taken 3 years passing the buck over installing CCTV cameras at the venue. There’s so many agencies that fail to do their job and the common man has to die for it.
And then, I shortly realized, there are us.
Yes, we the people. We crib about the system, bitch about corruption, rant about all the evils of the government, yet go about with our selfish lives. We says that our MPs are corrupt, but we try to cheat on taxes wherever possible. Corporate account departments are overflowing with fake petrol and travel reimbursement bills. At the traffic light, we shout at people who delay us by a second. We beat up someone who dares to scratch our bumper. We try our utmost to milk the system to our benefit.
We are the ones who keep the much maligned system thriving. The politicians came from within us. The media is catering to our own voyeuristic needs. How then can we blame anyone? How many noses will the poor plastic knife fix?
Maybe i’ll just wait for 2012.