The dalli and the fakes

Phew! The last two haven't been the best of days, but I changed perspective a little, and now am back to being the madcap that I normally am :)))) It feels so good to have me back.

At the risk of sounding highly uncouth and uneducated and an irresponsible human being, what is it with people nowadays?? Its festival time, the time we always associate with the pataakas and the chakras, and the chocolate bombs, and my all time fave the oosi pataasu. Suddenly this backlash with people advocating pataaka free diwalis and the whole deal about cracking down on bombs, and 'inspirational' stories about children celebrating a pataaka free diwali and urging others to do the same is simply so ..for lack of a better word..fake.

Now that environment is the HOT topic doing the rounds, everyone wants to be a me-too and jump onto the bandwagon, even when the commitment isn't really there towards the cause.
The "hum bhi maadern log hain" phenomenon seems to be spreading like wildfire, with everyone from the paanwalla to the boss wanting to pretend they're hep and joining in.

For sure, there are the people who honestly believe they're doing something right, and I have nothing against them going on and on about pollution, and animal rights and generally all rights under the sun, including those of the lizard whose tail you might have accidentally stepped on. But why people who have absolutely no idea what it actually involves go into a me-too mode, just becasue they don't want to run the risk of seeming not in with the times is beyond me.

Part of the reason why the dalli was a place I just could not relate to. A guy might not have studied beyond the 12th standard, but a yankee accent(never mind the grammar) , 'gora chitta' complexion, and a car would have him higher up on the eligible bachelor status than someone with a post graduate degree and a decent job. Why? Ab what to do? Ladka is thoda kaala and no accent.

And ofcourse you have the auntie jis who I am telling you are very maadern, they've gone to phoren and all and wear spaghette shaghetti, and jeans pant and clothes you wouldn't want your in with the times teeanager in. They drink shink also , do party sharty also. Ask them if there's anything wrong with a husband slapping his wife in public, and pat comes the reply; why anything wrong, he is the husbeend, the pati he has all rights, and definitely the woman must have been at fault.

And ofcourse the basic dalli mentality...you might not be able to afford a fan in the bedroom, might be starving so you can pay your electricity bills, but the drawing room has to have an air conditioner. 'Bhai, Izzat ka swaal hain ji'

So it goes on, the story of the dalli, and I could go on too :P but will leave more of my venomous spewings for another day. I feel kind of satiated now.

P.S. For all the nice people I met in the dalli, its precisely because you weren't the fakes, and to all the non-fakes in the dalli, I hope your tribe grows stronger :))