Thursday, October 2, 2008

There is so much love in this country that it kills me

Someone asked me the other day why most shows on our television are crash & burn shows like Jerry Springer or tear fests like Oprah. He meant that why are all the happy people on our television white or African American? At that time I was too drunk to answer so I just shrugged and had another drink. It's not something you'd like to answer when you are five minutes away from passing out.

However, since I do have a hangover right now, and have had multiple cups of coffee, I think I'm mentally ready to provide answers to great sociological question mankind is curious about.

The reason why we love to see people cry and suffer is simple: We really hate each other.

I know you're going to hate me (what's new about that) for saying this, but let's face facts.

We hate each other and love to see each other suffer. In fact, we hate each other so much, we'll kill our countrymen at the drop of a hat.

Don't pray to my God, well, let me send you to yours.
I don't like your surname, can I kill you?
Didja look at my daughter in a funny way even though you're blind? No sweat, but can I break all the bones in your body?
I hate the drapes in your living room. It's a crime against fashion, bitch. You deserve to go to hell.

We can't see anybody happy. Our neighbors, our work colleagues, our friends, famous people, random people on the street etc.

We don't have debates and discussions in our country. If people don't agree with each other, they simply kill each others children. It's a simple and effective way to get your point across and it keeps the population in check.

All those rights about freedom of choice or religion mentioned in our constitution are just extracts from a boring story book. It's not about who's right or who's wrong. It's about who can spend more money to hire a mob of people.

No, no. Don't get me wrong. We do respect an individual's right to choose as long as he chooses what we think is right for him.

In fact, sometimes, if we don't agree with our children, we kill them too. After all we know what's best for those ungrateful basteds.

So tonight, when you do go to sleep, remember, sleep with one eye open. Because watcha gonna do, when they come for you?

Okay. Wrong song. But you get the picture, right?


Moo said...

How dare you kick me out of your blogroll? :O

Moo said...

Ok so I was checking the wrong list. And I also feel like a jackass.

* scouts for dunce cap *

Che said...

this was very different from everything else you have written.

Over Rated said...

moo: Would I ever do that to my favorite cow? But where were you all these years, Sandra?

che: Really? How so?

Moo said...

:D Yay!! We're back to commenting. And you haven't been invited to the other blog yet because:

a) You didn't ask for an invitation. :P

b) I don't know where to email you the invite. Leave me some email address. :)

Abhishek said...

Well if you really wanna hate on display, check out any message board of rediff.

Over Rated said...

moo: Oh, that's your excuse .. :P ... aren't you supposed to be an investigative journalist?

abhishek: I guess so!! Anonymity makes people bold, I guess.

Anonymous said...

WOW. More of such rioting and I'm in love with you.

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