Open defecation by a young Indian

One India is flying.

The other is dying everywhere.

From the jungles of North-East India.

To the coal fields of Bihar

And the cotton fields of Maharashtra.

The other Indian dies every moment.

The Wi-fi death follows him all the time.

The tiny voice at the back of the head screams.

Let there be quota. Let there be quota.

Quota for limited corruption, murders and suicides.

This and no more will you plunder.

Your self-esteem and ego.

And your culture.

In these six decades you finished yourself.

Now you are the followers of Ramdev and Ravishankar.

Narayan Murthy and Lakshmi Mittal.

Oh! I forgot the Tata.

And the once Brothers in Arms.

Let's not talk about bollywood.

The other Indian is the follower of the stone gods.

And any other he wishes to follow.

He is free to choose.

Enjoys personal dips in the cold Ganges in Sankranti in public.

Walks to the Amarnath and to the Great Kumbh.

The other half enjoys-

Drinking his Pepsi and munching the potato chips.

Clicking with his 5.1 megapixel camera.

Chanting the mantra of "I am khool"

"Fuck off maaan......Get some life........"

"India is khool......"

Girls discontinue school.

For there is no toilet for them there.

So their bladders don't support the little education.

That they need.

The growing: to be mothers of tomorrow.

Haven't grown physically and mentally.

To give birth to awesome kids.

Which Narendra spoke about a century back.

But they are producing Maoists and we have let them produce.

They are producing guns and killing innocent people.

And we have let them do so.

I see a pulsating dynamic revolutionary.

Coming close to get hold of your neck.

And then twist it like the butcher twists the poor chicken.

Let's fuck stop this talk about these people who don't exist in our fucking lives.