SO. Republic Day, huh?
Parade. Hyperexcited little kids. The candy. The jalebis. National holiday. The national anthem blaring out of speakers. Everywhere.
The question is, why the façade? Nothing has improved. Sure, we’ve all got good phones, we all dress like whores and call it “style” and sure, hanging out means going to the mall and buying Dolce. We all have all of this. Superficiality. Pretend swagger. Pretend everything.
Balls to this country. No scratch that – balls, to the people.
How are we supposed to function, when we can’t start small? What do I mean? I’ll tell you. Nobody can stay in queue. Nobody follows traffic rules. Our prime minister could scream himself hoarse, going on about a cleaner India, but ain’t nobody gotta listen. Trash everywhere. Hell, my own mother once tossed out a whole entire pizza through the window, right into the backyard. I can’t even.
Our country produces the most number of movies in the Goddamn bloody WORLD, and we’ve still got the WORST economy. The value for money? Super low. All the talented people run away. Migrate. To the States, the UK. Because they get paid a lot there. Our country is dying of brain drain, y’all.
Ooooh. Some serious rant right there. By the way, I did go watch the parade. And I did rock the colors of the flag.
Happy Republic Day, Indians. Behave.