You know what, it’s easy to give shit than to take it. And this is the only time when we are so altruistically selfless. While giving hell load of shit to others!
For centuries, we have been told, now it has almost become a tradition. Giving is what brings happiness! So folks, give it on! As much as you can. Heave-ho! Bring it out, the shit must flow. Continuity!
Give that crap! It’s like the manna from heaven. It’s the elixir of life. It’s the Lord’s plans for us. And His will shall be done. Oh, we are the saviors!
Now isn’t this sounding a little too ‘Christian’? Sorry brethrens, but you know right, sensitivities especially regarding to religious sentiments mustn’t be overlooked. Not when the majority is non-believers. What’s that word, heathens!
But we got to feed shit! Every day, every Friday, Saturday and Sunday! We have great responsibilities, the golden yoke they say, which just gets heavier each day!
We are the independent voice, the people’s paper that shall inform the nation, and dealing you with business of your lives! And your week begins here, with a lot of shit!
Mass media is doing magic, isn’t it? Though it arrived a little late like anything and everything else in the country. And as magic is, it is just tricks! You just need to know how to play it up!
They have been doing it well. They think they know a lot, sometimes everything. They know others think and value what they know, say and write! Media, it’s done some good to these people!
Power. The watch dog (or is it a poodle?). The fourth estate. Holy shit, that’s too much to handle!
The so-called writers, they are. Writers with huge, inflated egos like hydrogen balloons with the indefatigable ‘I am the best’ attitude. What I write is so true, so powerful, so damn good, and matchless! And what you write, well, it is pretty okay but need some editing! Don’t worry-I am there for you!
Well, the sad thing is, so far these writers have been reviewing books written by other less known and less proud writers. They take amusement in reading a book they feel is badly written but nonetheless write a positive review.
Their rationale: We can’t slur the author’s first attempt. Anyway it’s just a promotional piece. I won’t lose or gain by doing this fellow a little good.
I know when I write a book it will be an international best seller that would bag a Pulitzer, a Booker or who knows an Oscar (Oops, this is for my screenplay!)
You heard that shit right!
But no denying, they are a force to reckon with. Forces of change! The change we all believe in but not even Barack can make it happen! That black president did have the audacity of hope to say such a thing! Now see aren’t we taking him a tad too seriously?
The change came. In BT. Not because we had any option but we were forced to. It was somewhere near to Marxist’s ideals of revolution. The proletariat's rising against the super class. But there are two sides to a coin. One told, the other distorted.
And again, as expected and bound to happen, the distorted became the 'business as usual.'
We talk about democracy, Gross National Happiness whether we know, believe in it or not. And it seems like some people have never come to terms with the ‘solidarity walk’. They dig shit. The stink returns. If there is any political reason to it, it is because we are too caught up in the things of the past. That past!
But now we are talking about a walk-out with an ‘ulterior motive’ to ‘kill’ the paper, without thinking of other 47 employees with families. Suddenly it’s a matter of fact!
Did any one ask how shitty things had become? Did they try putting themselves in the shoes of those who walked-out? Perhaps not!
Why are they suddenly not talking about ethics, principles and journalism? Did it get out the window, as doors of opportunity opened up itself for them without much ado? Is it about saving the paper or recovering the lost ground? Please do not give us all this shit!
And why not we talk about who sold their souls to the devil? Who’s done that?
I know radicals don’t have a place here. But I thought they were brothers-in-arms. They too wanted to change the world. But how could they, with their pseudo revolutionary ideas? They just talk big and pass cynical criticisms. And drink to much booze. And they think, what they think, say and write are the best that could ever happen in this country. Or maybe in the world, who knows with their level of self confidence and pride.
No one can beat them. Not even the best writers in the world. For in their cocoon, they are the best. Give one up for them, for their insensible sense of superiority.
But everyone knows who’s worth the shit and who’s not! And who’s done the shit, and who’s high!
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