Burning India

Today, when I looked up into the sky a strange spec plopped into my mentation “what if those devil clouds are being impregnated with ferocious slag instead of water fossils.”  Are they going to burn this elegant, ultramodern, sophisticated city or are they going to submerge it? However I am going to bleed money somewise. I always hated these dark, infernal demons. Why don’t they dye?

Its decades back when I visited Afghanistan. I preyed all unschooled, antisocial, barbaric rudiments. And years after they only blame me for their social holocaust. Those miserable clouds returned. Hurt and anguished I, decided to leave them alone with their agony. But whenever I see an opportunity, to improve societies and their economical stature, I find myself helpless and I run.

And now I am in Indiaah. Circumstances are strange up here. Yesterday I heard a saint preaching his followers “In the absence of wisdom, the physical and material things we adore as our own, later become uninteresting, dry, and exasperating and far later become bothersome.” I find it malicious and contagious; it gives me nightmares.  But as these nightmares were not enough, today I got a troublemaker that one of my houses were bombed. How’s that possible? After all, those clouds are not permitted back there.

However up here I was reading a sacred book; Lord Krishna coached Arjuna to carnage his own siblings and descendants on behalf of truth. I find it alien, even some of my brother and sister Indians find this alien. And even if for a moment I accept this as a truth, can you instruct me how come and where I search Lord Krishna in this modern era to lecture me; No don’t try to lecture me further, it’s terrifying. I am already distressed. Today few Naxals killed some of my brothers and sisters up here. Uff… these nasty clouds always prey my slaves.

Rudiments keep crying for their tradition, farmers don’t want to be industrialists, Gandhians are glued with morality and values, saints are attached with god once and for all and on… and on…. and on…. Clouds are already emitting slag up here. My sufferings are endless. But I shall do what I want to do. Stop me if you can!!

However dissipated by distress, grief, and misery, I forgot to introduce myself. I am your neighbour greed, but you can’t recognize me because I dye.