It’s here. It’s here. It’s here!
What am I doing? Sulking. All the way to Palestine. It’s supposed to be a happy occasion, right? I mean, it’s the celebration of victory. Good trumps evil, yada yada yada.
It gets to me. It irks me.
The show off.
All that happens, behind the scenes.
But mostly, the hypocrisy. You worship the Goddess Durga and you treat women like crap. Give me a logical explanation for this. She’s a woman, and so is your ex, your wife, your sister, your girlfriend, every ‘female’ you come across. So why treat us differently? What gives you the right to grab a random girl’s butt while you’re out pandal hopping with your lecherous band of friends?
Not that I blame the guys alone.
The fault, dear readers, lies in our scars. The scars of the past, the present. Of what’s to come. This feeling of foreboding. It’s crazy I should be talking like this now – it being festive season and all, but it’s so annoying that the whole meaning behind the purpose of all this pooja is lost. There’s a reason, and I’ll attempt to diffuse my frustration with humor.
It’s supposed to be about the Goddess.
And these guys are playing Naagin Naagin (which is technically about another Goddess, but that’s completely besides the point, on account of it being a erm, club song? I don’t know) on loudspeakers. And all those whiney Honey Singh songs about guys’ skirts. And people getting drunk out of their skulls and fooling around.
I’m just gonna go sleep. And take a break. Enough. And drown in caffeine, till my heart explodes.
…well, this was dramatic.