We've a fetish for anything that's foreign. We're so saintly that we hold absolutely no grudge against people who prostituted us in unspeakable ways for zillions of years. Our movie stars set the benchmark -- for us -- for everything. Our youngsters copycat 'em -- blindfolded. We've an incurable crush on Britney Spears but we shy away from our own classical vocalists. We treat rural people like second-class citizens.
Gandhian dream? Nehruvian dream? We've utter disregard for people who laid down their lives for us -- for freedom -- for sovereignty -- to give us liberty.
Where're we heading? We love to party like hooligans -- like bandits. We idolize rock stars but NOT freedom fighters.
We observe one-minute of silence -- reluctantly -- on Gandhi Jayanti. That's all. That's how we pay tribute to the Father of the Nation.
Then, we stalk and gag a minor and rape her.
Sing along with me, please: sāre jahāñ se acchā hindostāñ hamārā...
Gandhian dream? Nehruvian dream? We've utter disregard for people who laid down their lives for us -- for freedom -- for sovereignty -- to give us liberty.
Where're we heading? We love to party like hooligans -- like bandits. We idolize rock stars but NOT freedom fighters.
We observe one-minute of silence -- reluctantly -- on Gandhi Jayanti. That's all. That's how we pay tribute to the Father of the Nation.
Then, we stalk and gag a minor and rape her.
Sing along with me, please: sāre jahāñ se acchā hindostāñ hamārā...
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