WE THE PEOPLE OF INDIA 

We are the people of the world, the collective, the masses, the capitalists’, communal fascist. We are the youth. We are ready for action, for tragedy, atrocity, hostility and fashion.We are the impersonal. We love great films but we don’t live great lives.We create drama but shy away from real life.We are an army of sheep. We fight for causes and stand up in the streets.We fight for clauses, throw stones and bombs and then built toms with our feet.We are an amorphous blog.We are a greedy fat man standing in a cue, unnoticed and nobody along.We are nameless so that we can be shameless.We are the mob, the headless god. We are blameless.Debates, chat shows, votes of the public and no opinion of our own.Online indulgence, typing thoughts, borrowed from a borrower. Selected, educated and thoroughly bladerized thoughts.Do’s and oaths. Typed copy, copy pasted, pasted past, past and unprinted pages of a virtual web denser than the dark ages.Thoughts that we copy, thoughts that we write, thoughts that we own and thoughts we are not thinking alone. Everybody writes about it, thinks about it, talks about it. But if somebody is actually doing it, nobody gives a shit.The WE, the fancy lives of the WE.WE make news out of lipstick, travel and choice of ice-cream, all frivolous news comes out of our pocket, leave’s a nation starving.WE the people, WE the classes, WE the businessman, WE the poor man, WE the ladies who pout the fat of their asses.Ourselves worth, dressed on the opinions of others, On magazines covers, On how many more overs, On frequent lovers.WE the masses, the people, the system, the supporters, the obedient pairs of taxes.We are to blame, We should be ashamed.We have neighbors, We have money, We have poverty, We have each other.We are the problem, We are the solution.We could know who we are, We could go far.If we just stop being so WE.