SADDA INDIA!

BIZZARE, OVERLOADED, CHAOTIC, JUGAAD: SADDA INDIA!

 

Welcome to the world of New Indians. We are the sophisticated, urban, stylish, mannered yet traditional Indians.

Okay. Stop! Reality check! We are New Indians with a hint of sophistication, only in 5 star hotels; Urban only if we see some villager or a poor chap in front of us. Mannered when we see some less fluent, and somebody collapse in front of us. And traditional when we have a festival or a wedding, and the pictures are to be uploaded on a social networking site.

 

We live life on our terms.

Being a puppet, under the corrupted worms.

All we want is Money and attention.

Without paying our seniors their pension.

We don’t want our bubble of dreams to burst.

But still talk, whine and pretend as if rehearsed.

We are our own superstars with airs too high.

Social networking will never get our final goodbye.

An hour in a day passes by doing nothing.

But calling a sick friend takes 3 days of thinking.

Walking on the streets adds to the traffic.

Reality has transformed to mere illusionary graphics.

Poverty hasn’t diminished or reduced.

We thrive on a daily dose of abuse.

God, Cricket and Bollywood define our world.

With our specious government, under the curl.

We live in an India that changes every minute.

Donning a face, that defines an astute.

We won’t change, even for a blank cheque-book.

Cause our life runs perfectly, by hook or by crook!