Firangs. They have come over for fat, fat pickings. You see them everywhere, in the markets, cafes, and homes. Of course, we earlier saw them either in drug dens or aboard the retirees royal rajasthan tour – in tracksuits, no less.
Most goras in India, are wont to eulogize their brethren. In matters such as governance, law and these days, environment. Morality, corruption and oh, the guys shitting on the roadside. Sure it shouldn’t happen, sure there should be better sanitation: we’re getting there, after all we’ve just had half a century of practice. We’ve come a long way baby. So much so, the world is already running scared. And we don’t even have proper toilets!
It’s easy to forget, pestilence is an English word. And it probably originated during the dirt and the filth of the plagues! Not to mention throwing the baby out with the bath water. Apparently, baths were taken according to seniority, and by the time the grandchild was dunked, the water got real murky for the mother to see. Duh!
The less said about immorality the better. Popes who decreed that a few gold pieces betrothed to god bought paradise. Another who exhumed his predecessor to stand for trial for his reign. Jesus help you if you are a non-believer, if you know what it means. Believe in me, else I’ll personally see that you go the hell! And then, Osama scares the world with his vengeance. Wait a minute, he comes from Abraham, so do the Israelites. Heck! Get real folks, it’s your way of life.
One has to visit elephanta island to see what the Portuguese wreaked. Apparently, it was Satan’s inheritance. So all statues, except the trimurti, were disfigured, some smashed and some ground to dust.
That was centuries ago. Then they got wiser. Steal the damn thing, they said. Off went the Parthenon marbles, off went oriental treasures. They are still stealing. But it’s jobs, these days. Overpriced designations, overpowdered wigs.
Lose the job.
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