Shut up amid the cackle
Lovely number by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan....music has the capacity to make you get back in touch with yourself.
"Race" ahead in Life!
"India is my country. All Indians are my brothers and sisters.." Yaaaawwwwwwwwnnnnnn. That used to be my reaction in school for all such unity preaching sermons. Wow...I was a racist way back too. I am not surprised now when I wrinkle my nose at human specimens who dare to be from a different genre of humankind. Subtlety be damned.
Let me attempt to classify my inherent hatred of different classes of people. Gear up for the holocaust. (Pun unintended).
1. Facial racism: I hereby admit to exclusively loving good looking people. More so if they belong to the opposite sex. I suspect most people are secret facial racists.
2. Hairstyle racism: Its a superhuman task of tolerance to like people who have better hairstyles than I do. I am sorry, but I am only human.
3. Semantic Racism: I wonder how people like others who cannot speak their language. I cannot.
4. Garment-al racism: I profess to abhorring people who wear different (and better) clothes than I do. Also, its reverse for the opposite sex. Then I am intolerant if people cannot wear good clothes. I guess that amounts to sexism too. I will save the bother of a separate category.
5. Taxonomical racism: This one, I am afraid is a product of my education. I despise creatures based on their phyla, orders, and family. Maybe human families also fall under this category.
6. Technological racism: I tend to look down on technical superiors. I fall under the category of technologically challenged imbeciles so kindly understand my lack of acceptance of technological superiors. I think they are boring. They aren't? Well, I never said racism has logic.
7. Suburbist racism: This has been inculcated in me as a part of my acquaintance training in metropolises. I do not like people belonging to certain suburbs. That makes me a suburbist.
8. Racism based on historical evidence: I distinctly feel uncomfortable in the company of people who belong to a different root race than I do. Every other week, I am convinced I am a Dravidian. The week after that, I find some circumstantial evidence which makes me Aryan. Whichever one I am for one particular week, I hate the other. Cannot help it.
Phew.....after all that elimination, there are still some people who I actually like! Hallelujah! Out of those, if any are reading this, then please scrutinise the above categories. If you fall into any of those, then I was only pretending to like you out of courtesy. My apologies for not being direct.
*Suburbist: Courtesy: Aayush. Thanks for the word.*Labels: Musings