Explosive culture

My first impressions of New Delhi, the capital city of India, have been mixed. They have ranged from mildly fulfilling to absolutely gut wrenching. Now what can I say about that? Doesn't sound very palatable to me. I like Delhi for what it can offer to me, and I hate Delhi for its people. It is not an instinctive serial-killer-syndrome, but I despise them, knowing that in doing that I despise myself as well. I am ready to take that self character assassination so long it enables me to spew out my angst, euphemistically "Negative Energies".

I hate their overly eager, irate and hurried attitude, their non-chalance towards queues, their too fat bellies, their disregard towards have-nots, or worse their pity towards have-nots. When I read signs on roads, saying, "Please mind the steps" or "Please take diversion carefully" etc, I feel why has anyone cared for being so nice with such nasty brats. Like they really care.

For Delhi, it's people are the real let down. When I portray India to others, I say there is love, caring for others, even strangers, but thats really not my country. May be it once was, but certainly not now. Look at TV channels for example, why are we seeing so many useless soaps, songs, movies and not to forget news day in and day out. What do they think about us? Are we as mindless as that! Why are radio channels replete with useless noise. "Because, some dumbfuck takes interest in them and we have to serve our client in whatever way we can", they might argue. If India was a country of 1 billion sheep, we would have been more civilized, atleast we would be safe from anti-evolution.

I think desire is the evil root of all.