Monday, January 12, 2015

The Obsequious Indian

As an Indian (and like my fellow countrymen) I take pride in being an obedient, well-behaved, amenable, susceptible and docile creature. I might be the guy who is looking for a chance to throw off the potato chips' empty packet somewhere below the theater chair when no one's looking at me, or I might be that young lady who just disposed off the empty bottle of Breezer on the highway out of my boyfirend's expensive car while he is taking me out on a long drive, or I might be the one standing at the zebra crossing with a Nike cap and a Red Tape shoe ogling at your breasts while you are busy crossing the road, or to make it even more simple, I might be that guy who was a part of the gang to rape Nirvaya in 2013. That hardly matters, I am a good guy/girl. I am obedient. I am submissive. I am safe.
My forefathers were safe and submissive too. They were licking the shoes of the colonial rulers while they were screwing the country and its people. I have learnt it from them. My forefathers have told me to be a good and "innocent" citizen, abide by the law and be obedient to anyone who is superior to me (the parameters are yet to be deciphered) and might be beneficial in the longer run (I don't know how).
I am obedient to my forefathers, just the way they were to their ignorance and indifference. I am proud that I am flying high the flag of our heritage. I feel responsible to close my eyes at the times when I need to see and protest. I don't care what other thinks about me! It should not matter. I am obedient to my forefathers.
I am obedient to my country and the fucked up (oh, can I be abusive?)system running it.
I AM THE OBSEQUIOUS INDIAN or THE GREAT INDIAN CHAMCHA.

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