somewhere between being confused teens and responsible 40 somethings we forgot why we do what we do… we became the nasty competitive, people who do everything to score…
we run so that we can tell others that we ran not because it makes us feel good
we debate to win not to understand a topic better
we support winners for the BIRG(basking in reflected glory) it affords us
we no longer believe in siding with the underdog heck we wouldn’t help a grandma cross the street anymore without making a tiktok of the pious event…
we meditate not for inner peace but to join the cult so that we can get better deals from fellow practitioners
we announce from the rooftops every act of the most miniscule kindness that we may have done…
we save not because we have goals to attain we save because we want to do better than the others…
Everything needs to be maximized be it the pizza or the trip to Goa (in the process Goa has gone to seed and pizza is more theatrics less real cheese)…
We cry about good plum pudding not being available anywhere and yet we will not soak fruits and nuts with rum in September because who has the time to make it themselves…
Biryani tastes pointless, gulab jamuns are made from boiled paper and yet we will not take the time to do it ourselves… the way it will turn out best (after a few iterations)
we are a people that cry about the coming AI apocalypse and yet does not blink an eye while taking another loan to buy another pointless flashy car… a car that will at best sit in traffic for 40% of it’s life, stand in the parking lot for another 40% of its life and after shuttling us between home and an office that was at most walking distance it will get sold only so we can buy the next flashy car to do that road trip that we have always wanted to do… but never had the balls to embark upon…
We talk about buying a plot of land… no not because we have ambitions to grow our own food… no sir no… we just want to make our money appreciate better than it would if we invested in a house…
In our rush to make life simpler we have filled our house with gadgets to cook, clean and care for us only to realize that in the process we became sedentary and ended up picking lifestyle diseases… and then we think “let me take a gym membership and start running”…. next morning Asics shoes on feet, Apple watch on wrist, clad in the most awesome running wear (that would put our flashy auntyjis at weddings to shame)… we step out for the selfie… after all everyone needs to know, right?