Its raining crap

The new Kochi airport looks plush - very plush, given the socialist Malayali's restraint to be self effacing when it comes to showing opulence. (Would like to clarify that this reference to plushness is only relative to other airports in Kerala) But with a delayed flight, it also gave the perfect setting for the adage "the more things change, the more they remain the same." Earlier, like a confused desi I had arrived at the domestic departure gate only to be told that my flight to Mumbai will take off from the international terminal. I left the domestic terminal entrance wondering whether this was the airport administration's ploy of showing off their new premises. The delay added more conspiracy to my theory. The extended airport tour, the delay and the unexpected opulence started taking the shine off the mallu dust settling on me, although it was a very short trip to my home state. The dust was mostly collected off the road during the 20 odd hours that ...

The rape of this nation began much before the rape of its citizens. Didn't you see this coming? Trapped within our selfish community, religious and political moorings, we were mute spectators when the nation was crying hoarse with the unbearable pain of getting split wide. We refused to see the blood and the tired hustle of a nation trying to stand up as one. What we felt was only the throbbing libdio led by our self interests - be it reservations, corruption, religious one-upmanship, community pogroms, conversions and political brinkmanship.  Even when the soul sighed, your voice was muffled by your own communal and political insinuations. Each time the nation choked with the abuse, you joined the throng and pointed fingers. Even when it bore the mucky ink of the vote that was cast.  Stop soiling your social media wall with self-righteousness and borrowed sympathy shoved down by propaganda. Your selective social media outrage is as fake as the one you accuse your...