These punks be damned, what the heck is new?
I was at a bus stand as the clock struck 12, ushering in the New Year. Fireworks to celebrate in the sky, the stench of urine on the ground. What the fuck were we celebrating? You cannot go to any Indian Railway station without smelling piss and shit, usually both. So what the fuck is new?
If we build septic tanks on trains, and didn't release the contents on the tracks in the open, we WOULD be improving, we WOULD be doing something new. So our New Year is really nothing new, is it? More of the same shit, literally and figuratively.
Here is my new expansion of INDIA - It Never Does Improve Anything.
Now, all this is old griping too. Here's something new - 2012 - the year we will be destroyed, our planet coming to a bizarre end. It won't bother us so much when we get to hell, we Indians, because we're well prepared for it right here. Heck, hell might have clean toilets. In fact, I'm sure the devil will torture us if we didn't keep our toilets clean.
INDIA, very much here, very much the same as before. Nothing new. In fact, proud of being very old. Shit.
- BSK.
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