So this is not the first time i've spoken about things like this, but i guess i've never wanted to waste my time writing about it.
Then again, i'm sitting here in star bucks, waiting for a customer to meet me and nothing to do but kill time and eves drop on conversations.
Delhi, has a very interesting crowd, one which i've had the fortune of not ever meeting in bangalore. The kind of conversations which i've overheard ( never want to participate ) are often amusing and as a watcher, bring out a lot of giggles in my overly composed self.
There is obviously a heavy air of people who have some connection or the other with politics and the political class or should i call them a cast, i'm not sure. The politician is obviously the elite. of the city, with everyone wanting to talk about them, to them and wanting to be them. Even the kids are not spared, for example, a certain politician's son was caught smoking and how the principal had to call the parent ( who is a politician ) and such an embarrassment it was for the parent. Obviously there is a ting of schadenfreude which one experiences when the elite get humiliated, and then there is the life of an 15 year old kid, who knows the pressure of having being an elite and living up to the standard and where one slip will become a black mark for his entire life. The city and the people seem to live on that, feed off that, and if they could, they would record every aspect of that to keep for a later date, rewind and enjoy the mental masturbation.
Then, there are the people who need to check in, hastag and so on at ever juncture of their life. Its as if their entire worth and existence depends on what their peers think about them and the insecurity they face when they have not got enough likes. ( wow, they are so easy to exploit ). They are some sort of slaves to their masters ( the virtual media ) and seem to remain a perfect human specimen throughout their lives. The pings and likes seem to give them the perfect orgasm which no human contact gives them. Comments give them the soul shattering, loud screaming feeling which they cannot experience otherwise. They obviously are deprived, but maybe not. I think its the bliss of ignorance which protects their not so formed brains. If every wrinkle inside the cranium represents the depth and experience a person has gained, they would probably be as smooth as hema malini's cheeks ( taking the line from one of our political class ) ..
I'd love to go on, however, my customer is here and i dont want to waste productive time for unproductive things.
Then again, i'm sitting here in star bucks, waiting for a customer to meet me and nothing to do but kill time and eves drop on conversations.
Delhi, has a very interesting crowd, one which i've had the fortune of not ever meeting in bangalore. The kind of conversations which i've overheard ( never want to participate ) are often amusing and as a watcher, bring out a lot of giggles in my overly composed self.
There is obviously a heavy air of people who have some connection or the other with politics and the political class or should i call them a cast, i'm not sure. The politician is obviously the elite. of the city, with everyone wanting to talk about them, to them and wanting to be them. Even the kids are not spared, for example, a certain politician's son was caught smoking and how the principal had to call the parent ( who is a politician ) and such an embarrassment it was for the parent. Obviously there is a ting of schadenfreude which one experiences when the elite get humiliated, and then there is the life of an 15 year old kid, who knows the pressure of having being an elite and living up to the standard and where one slip will become a black mark for his entire life. The city and the people seem to live on that, feed off that, and if they could, they would record every aspect of that to keep for a later date, rewind and enjoy the mental masturbation.
Then, there are the people who need to check in, hastag and so on at ever juncture of their life. Its as if their entire worth and existence depends on what their peers think about them and the insecurity they face when they have not got enough likes. ( wow, they are so easy to exploit ). They are some sort of slaves to their masters ( the virtual media ) and seem to remain a perfect human specimen throughout their lives. The pings and likes seem to give them the perfect orgasm which no human contact gives them. Comments give them the soul shattering, loud screaming feeling which they cannot experience otherwise. They obviously are deprived, but maybe not. I think its the bliss of ignorance which protects their not so formed brains. If every wrinkle inside the cranium represents the depth and experience a person has gained, they would probably be as smooth as hema malini's cheeks ( taking the line from one of our political class ) ..
I'd love to go on, however, my customer is here and i dont want to waste productive time for unproductive things.
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