Post Trauma, Pre Fame!

Post Trauma, Pre Fame!

October 10, 2007, 7:08 pm
Filed under: I've been thinking... | Tags: apathy, fame, family, floods, glitz, humor, maxim, metro, politics, prince, sexual, sympathy, tragedy, trauma, tsunami, victims

Apathy. Theres a lot of that floating about in the air these days. Yes, some sympathy too, but mostly apathy. For reasons, ofcourse, yet unknown to man kind. But then again, theres all kinds of muck floating about in the air these days.
Hearts are reaching out from all parts of the country to people in other parts of the country. Customs have reported some hearts coming in from abroad aswell. Theres hearts flying about and supposedly patting the victims on the back, “Its ok mate. Hang in there. We’re with you.” They have to travel an awful lot to just say that.
A slight glitch is that noones actually seen hearts going about and that hearts don’t possess arms to go patting people on their respective backs. Not to mention the fact that hearts are not particularly known for their vocal capabilities.
Another thing that worries me is that once a person’s heart reaches out to another, the person would infact be left heartless. Not only would that make the said person very mean, but nature did not mean for people to let their hearts roam around freely. It would, unquestionably, lead to more than minor complications. A lot of apparent deaths can, hence, be foreseen.
I cannot, as a result, particularly understand this revolutionary concept, let alone relate to it. Although, I can assure you that there is a lot of apathy swimming around in the air. I’ve seen it.
Ofcourse, this apathy stays in the air before eventually dying there without travelling to any fruitful destination.
Theres a TV camera. Theres an accompanying anchor. Theres the crying, howling and cribbing victims. Theres the bulldozers and the government employees.
Theres the TV. Theres the average person back from work. Theres the popcorn. Theres the sad, sad programme. And theres the apathy starting its long journey from BigCityFlat to wherever village.
And just as it starts to settle into its travelling media, the air, the channel changes and the apathy falls flat on its face into a smelly gutter travelling, by virtue of the higher combined molecular weight of hydrogen and oxygen, underneath the afore mentioned air.
So although theres loads of apathy floating around, momentarily, in the air, theres almost none, heck,absolutely none which actually reaches its destination.
This, ofcourse, is in the case of an average middle class citizen. The average rich metrosexual denizen spends his time reading spanking new issues of Maxim, which mention the said sad story in a photograph which is, without fail, accompanied by a fairly funny caption.
Do not, however, make the grave mistake of assuming that there emanates completely no apathy from this newly evolved,but not necessarily superior, breed of living beings.(Darwin must cringe in his grave every time a metro-sexual thinks he’s superiorly evolved.) The apathy that emanates from this source is often more succesful in reaching its targeted victim, who almost always happens to be the photographer who shot the picture of the cold driven huddled victims of the latest floods in some remote village of Namil Tadu and who, according to the denizen, could have been photographing the sultry Czech model on page number 87. Touche.
This sort of apathy often continues even after the pages have been flipped, unlike the previous one which dies off after the channel is changed, to page 87 through the ‘World’s sexiest women with boobs that look like genetically modified melons’ section of the month’s Special Bonus Melons Issue.
Ofcourse, there is also a small amount of apathy that is spared for the badly dressed beggar who was recently run over recently by some colleague at the ‘RichBrat’s Den and Bar’ because the beggar, apparantly, couldn’t pay homage enough to the travis look.
On the other end of the corporate media wall, the victims seldom recieve the apathy and the pat on the back. Nor do they get their demands met, unless they belong to *S*I*M*I* or the ‘Bhajpa’.
And just aswell.
You didn’t actually think they wanted the apathy, did you? As is with the sympathy. They couldn’t care less if *your* heart reached out to them or not. They might as well stab the heart as it approaches them, another reason, I think, that hearts do not go leaping to ‘reach out’ to such victims.
They do, however, get what they really want. Theres the money donated by competent political parties, the money paid by various private corporations to make them ‘go away’ and the money that is given to them by ‘god fearing’ and ‘societal’ ***human beings(?!!!)***. No. The money collected by your school or society trust does not reach this far. Nor does it stay lingering in the air with the now forgotten, sulking apathy. You figure out the rest.
And then they get their photograph on the first page of each and every daily of the nation. And on most of the other pages aswell, and then some. Theres also the supposed royalty, which they credit to their bank pass books anyway, everytime their name is used as a reference in an article about some similar tragedy around a month later, after their names become synonimous with every possible tragedy that could be inflicted on any person on the face of the sad blistering accident ridden planet.
They do, however, detest the fake ‘victims’ who often make up situations similar to those in vogue with the trends and attempt to earn money, succeed upto an ignorable extent before shortly dying off. Original victims, or alternatively, original plots are given the due credit they command and such vitims are willingly accepted into the club.
Then theres the public, whos now run out of apathy and the only reason why they even read about such cases now is so that they can say “wise”-dumb things like,” The recent tragedy with the floods scares the piss out of me. I thank God everyday for not putting me inside those floods. That new news anchor, the one in the red suit, she should be in the next issue of Maxim though. They’re having a Special Tight Ass That Resembles An Ass Without A Crack Issue next month…” on big social gatherings where the only people present seem to be Ex-victims or the Maxim reading metrosexuals, apart from the fat arsed BTM’s and the intellectual waiters.
This, as it strikes me, should lead to a lot more accidents, a lot more staged ones and a lot more traumatized celebs in the national, and once the trend catches on, international celeb circuit. Then theres the quarrels that should arise between the now rich ‘victims’ and their subsequent banks on the subject of the missing royalty money in their bank accounts, when it was clearly there in their respective, as well as collective, pass books.
And there you have it. There was the temporary trauma. There’s the money. There’s the fame.
So go get a house inside an avalanche, go get your colony signed up for demolition in lieu of building another mall or SEZ, go and get a seat in the next Indian Airlines flight to Glasgow,or just pop open the cover off that borewell or gutter- get your trauma today and pray for the money.
Glitz, here come we!

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