Ours is essentially a rabid era in which not only history but parameters of morality are being rewritten. There’s an article by Nishi Jain doing rounds: “We have dismissed academics and replaced Sharmaji ka beta with Mr. Malhotra’s engineer-turned-startup-guy son who plays the drums and drinks like a fish. He is the new role model every youngster has to aspire to become. We look at the perfect son of Mr. Malhotra and push ourselves further, till the threads begin to snap, layer by layer.” (Disclaimer: This is not a criticism of the article but rather of the cultural ideology.)
If drinking like a fish is a sign perfection, then what everyone is aspiring for is certainly not perfection. The “perfection” preached by the modern society should be in quotes because it is distorted and contradictory. The society tells us to be “perfect” but only as per its whims and vices. They use lame metaphors to lionise their role models: drink like a fish, smoke like a chimney, sniff [cocaine] like a dog, stoned like a hippy etc. because these “qualities” are now cool. The society asks for perfection but only selective perfection: they demand perfect careers and riches but they also demand booze, drugs and bad temper. That’s the paradox of perfect shades of grey: a confused world of deranged bigots.
Yuppies buy ultra-luxury cars just to show them off at wedding parties, and then they moan like sissies about their financial woes.
Yuppies buy ultra-luxury cars just to show them off at wedding parties, and then they moan like sissies about their financial woes.
The word “startup” pops up like daisies these days. It is everywhere, constantly hammered by the yuppie brigade. Being a part of the startup breed makes one cool. Startup defines our lifestyle. Startup is for superior breed. Startup is hip. Startup is yuppie. Startup is God. Everyone is chanting “startup”, “startup”, “startup” like a mantra. The recurrence of this lame word is a proof of the linguistic decadence of these times. Reading is called a lowbrow practice because moral gurus dictate that it’s not a “cool” hobby. Reality shows and tawdry mobile apps have replaced books. Attention deficiency is viewed as a virtue, whereas having a long attention span is seen as a sign of low IQ.
Tabloids and lifestyle gurus inculcate people to “acquire” certain “popular” hobbies in order to get laid. Hobbies are activities that people enjoy doing or are interested in but taking up a hobby just for society’s approval defeats the purpose of a hobby. Eventually the semblance becomes overwhelming and pressure takes it toll. Having fun has become a duty rather than self-fulfilment and having fun does not count unless it’s posted on social media. Then such startup assholes complain that they suffer from depression.
People wonder why they aren’t happy despite their high-paying jobs and swanky lifestyles. Perhaps no one wants to be happy because they prefer to keep All India Bakchod happy. It’s all about impressing the despot of Bakchodistan. It’s all about getting All India Bakchod’s approval, even if it means living a glum life full of lies. They paint a false picture of success so that can be a part of AIB’s caucus. They join the startup brigade because... umm everyone else of their moronic ilk is doing so. So we have government employees, schoolteachers, bank tellers claiming to be a part of the startup bandwagon.
As for Mr. Malhotra’s “perfect” son, the startup arseholes tell an incomplete story. He surely drinks like a fish but many people don’t know that after a few drinks he vomits like a pathetic loser and spends Sundays nursing his hangovers. He is a cool drummer, good at beating the drum of his superiority but he is officially bankrupt; he owes millions but still leads a lavish lifestyle. His married life is in shambles because he beats up his wife. He suffers from bipolar disorder and chronic depression. He is also a drug addict and a part-time drug supplier.
Whereas, Sharma ji’s supposedly unpopular academic son just received a Nobel Prize.
Tabloids and lifestyle gurus inculcate people to “acquire” certain “popular” hobbies in order to get laid. Hobbies are activities that people enjoy doing or are interested in but taking up a hobby just for society’s approval defeats the purpose of a hobby. Eventually the semblance becomes overwhelming and pressure takes it toll. Having fun has become a duty rather than self-fulfilment and having fun does not count unless it’s posted on social media. Then such startup assholes complain that they suffer from depression.
People wonder why they aren’t happy despite their high-paying jobs and swanky lifestyles. Perhaps no one wants to be happy because they prefer to keep All India Bakchod happy. It’s all about impressing the despot of Bakchodistan. It’s all about getting All India Bakchod’s approval, even if it means living a glum life full of lies. They paint a false picture of success so that can be a part of AIB’s caucus. They join the startup brigade because... umm everyone else of their moronic ilk is doing so. So we have government employees, schoolteachers, bank tellers claiming to be a part of the startup bandwagon.
As for Mr. Malhotra’s “perfect” son, the startup arseholes tell an incomplete story. He surely drinks like a fish but many people don’t know that after a few drinks he vomits like a pathetic loser and spends Sundays nursing his hangovers. He is a cool drummer, good at beating the drum of his superiority but he is officially bankrupt; he owes millions but still leads a lavish lifestyle. His married life is in shambles because he beats up his wife. He suffers from bipolar disorder and chronic depression. He is also a drug addict and a part-time drug supplier.
Whereas, Sharma ji’s supposedly unpopular academic son just received a Nobel Prize.
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