gone on a protest at
Jantar Mantar, but my
coffee is not perfect.
A bridge has collapsed
in Morbi, twenty dead,
but I see two kilos more
on my weighing scale.
I have bread to pick up
and eggs to buy,
but damn the Iranians-
why are they passive
in the news headlines?
The kebabs in my new
air fryer were promising.
One of my classmates
got a bigger package.
Manipur is still burning
and the Education Minister
refuses to resign.
It was supposed to be a
drought year, but it's
continuously pouring here.
My undies are not drying.
Liberals in this country,
my foot. Sometimes,
I just want to paint my
nerve endings saffron,
and become stupid,
foolish, absolutely blind.
Not because I believe
everything they tell me,
but because believing
in nothing is exhausting
too.
There is something
almost peaceful about
reducing the world to
the size of your own
plate-
One can eat without
thinking about famine
in Gaza. Sleep without
thinking about epidemic
in Africa.
What laxury it is to scroll
past a burning state because
the algorithm has already
found a better reel.
Maybe that's what politics
eventually becomes-
not choosing what is right,
but choosing which
suffering you can afford
to notice today.
Anyway, maybe I can switch
to jaggery for weight loss.
The country can wait.
It's protected by the ancient
wisdom of scriptures anyway.