Hail Hitler!

I don't get the fuss about Binayak Sen's sentence. I, for one, am completely with this decision. We should next electrocute Arundhati Roy and other activists, put all tribals in concentration camps and drive non-Hindus out of India. There is so much we can learn from our neighbor Srilanka and Nazi Germany about violating human rights. Or, like in everything else, we can ask for America’s help (which has an awesome experience in this regard) in killing the millions of poor who have too low a suicide rate to get eliminated all by themselves. While we are at it, let us kill all Kashmiri people and solve the Kashmir issue once and for all.
India, let us face it, has never been a land of equality. Even when our emperors sat on peacock thrones the peasants were as poor as ever. So the ideas of Liberty, Equality and Justice are nothing but a colonial hangover. They suit us as badly as adopted accents, Halloween parties and Pop music suit us. There is nothing to be ashamed of admitting the fact that our forefathers had gone carried away by their foreign education and copied pasted everything flowery they came across. Thankfully, we can always undo whatever they did.
Let us not embarrass ourselves any more with a tight-fitting constitution. Let us, for once, say what we truly believe in and wear what fits us. Lets adopt swastika as our new emblem, choose among Churchill, Stalin and Hitler as father of our nation but first of all give ourselves a new constitution. I am giving the first few lines, please add on: "WE, the people of India, having solemnly resolved to constitute India into a Corrupt Capitalist Communal Nepotic Republic ...".

Castrati

In Italy, during middle ages, women were not allowed in churches or operas. So choirs were mostly composed of young boys to provide the high pitch to the songs. The problem with young boys was that after a few years in choirs their voices cracked and they became useless. So the tradition of castrating them started. Young boys, seven or eight years old, were made to sit in tubs of hot water and their testicles were massaged softly for some time and then forcefully crushed. A short procedure gave the society its polyphonic voice. In some parts, these young boys were regarded as pious as the nuns. A small portion of these castrati went on to become very successful in their lives. The rest lived unimaginable lives. But far from protesting, many parents and sometimes young boys themselves applied for their castration.
If one thinks about it, one realizes how most of his or her life has been spent giving respect to various institutions. From those with big corridors and passages to those that operate out of dilapidated old buildings we serve them all. We dress up and we make up and we smile and we oblige. What we do not realize is that an institution, howsoever ostentatiously made up, and whose concepts are howsoever intricately woven into our skins, is still just meant to serve the individuals and not to castrate them. And that one's testicles, one's voice or one's right to hold an opinion should not be sacrificed to any organization. While a nihilist hatred of every structure is better avoided, fanatically upholding an institute's well being is also unhealthy, some times for the institute itself.