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The name of the game is shame

Bangalore tentatively becomes Bengalooru today. Some of the other cities in Karnataka to follow suit are Mangalore, Mysore, Belgaum, Hubli, Gulbarga, Shimoga, Tumkur and Hospet. The world must be laughing at our misplaced priorities. At least I can't stop my pity laughs. I'll never understand our national obsession with rechristening our cities. What good comes of it? We're simply deferring far more important issues that plague our society and substituting them with silly gimmicks that do more harm than good.

The caste cauldron is another grave malady we've invented for ourselves. China's oppressive regime couldn't be much worse than this. The day democracy prevails there, they'll wipe us out in all walks of life. I see a bleak future for human rights in this country.

India is lucky China is producing its own impediments to certain glory. As long as our great neighbor remains minioned by the evil of communism, we can at least hold a candle to it with our own brand of home-grown folly!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Aaaah, thanks to your wonderful blog I still remain connected to the fascinating aspects of your country! I haven't posted a comment in a while but I'm still a regular visitor and reader of your insights!

And hey, the world works in mysterious ways. Guess whose offer of employment I accepted 2 hours ago? The all-to-familiar Accenture!!
Deepanjan said…
What wonderful news! I'm overjoyed! I've already dealt with someone (of Indian origin) from Accenture, Toronto in the past. In fact, most of my work is routed through this branch.

Hey, how are your parents? Say 'Hi' to them on my behalf. I've seen your blogged snaps. As usual, you look stunning in all of them.

Keep Blogging!
Anonymous said…
Thanks! My parents say hello right back. Some of my aunts and uncles also read your blog and they send their regards as well:) You definitely have a huge fan club in Toronto!
Deepanjan said…
You shouldn't be flattering me, Zoya!
But you should have seen me floating through mid-air as I read your comment!

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