Independence Day, 2047

How old is our country? A toddler, at best.

This long rambling post is where I weigh in on “India at 60″, a day late so that I can spring a surprise on my unsuspecting readers (assuming there is more than 1).

So anybody who knows me knows that I tend to take the optimistic view on this country. Lots of people have listed the achievements, then added a “BUT”, and then concluded with a “things are still precariously balanced, and hopefully the future will be positive”.

I put no BUTs in my post. This is simply because none of the BUTs are new ones. We had poverty in our country 20 years ago. We had poverty in our country 10 years ago. We have poverty in our country today. We will have poverty in our country 10 years from now. We will have it 20 years from now.

Replace the word poverty with discrimination or corruption, build up a lather, rinse and then repeat.

Here comes my BUT:

A thought experiment

What would happen if you took a garden-variety human being, or even a superior model (like me), and sodomised him (yes ‘him’. I’m gender ‘bi-assed’) with a molten stainless steel rod, mutliple times, to the extent that his brains got addled? Well you would end up with a blog like this, of course.