Monday, March 22, 2010

Gora Saheb

Dear Puppy Manohar

I hate to break this to you, but I have some declassified documents that make it certain. The British left India in 1947 but that was just a hogwash. They only left their physical presence because they need not have stayed here anymore. They had installed their best invention in us to the point of no return.

I was watching myself in the mirror and I realized there is a Gora Saheb in me. There is a Gora Saheb in all of us. He speaks out and takes full control of us at times.

There is no cure to this Acquired Gorasaheb Syndrome. I am not sure we need a cure for it. Its a part of a personality not necessarily a disorder. Thats what we are. But we are all Gora Saheb Positive. Especially the ones that can and do read this.

Baby Vaijayanthi.
P.S: There is of course a black coolie in all of us too. Although I don't want to cure myself of the Gora Saheb virus, I do want to listen to the coolie more often.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Oh give me a home...

When we were kids our school taught us to sing "Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam.." which is ironic for many reasons one of which is that we were "Indians" and not frontiersmen and other and more important was because the school was in Goregaon, where the sheer preponderance of Buffalo Sheds and "tabelas" meant that everyone in the school yearned to live in a land where there were NO buffaloes and prayed that they would be tied to their sheds and never roam. Of course... we soon had floods and all those buffaloes drowned and died.