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"The Great Distraction"

I’m 45.
Born into a country still licking the wounds of colonial rule,
Sold the dream of progress wrapped in tricolour plastic.
They said study hard, get a job, obey the rules—
But the rules were rigged.
Not for people like me. Not for anyone honest.

Now I watch—
Not IPL scores, no. I watch Rome burn in 4K.
Cricket, Bollywood, Instagram reels—
Distraction, brother. Just well-packaged sedation.
Panem et circenses.
Bread and circuses, Indian edition.
Swiggy in one hand, Tinder in the other.
While the rupee bleeds and the rich buy escape pods.

You think Ambani’s building Antilia for beauty?
No, it’s a bunker.
A monument to retreat from the coming fire.
And the fire’s here.
Inflation, corruption, unemployment—
The holy trinity of decay.

But we don’t rage.
We bet on fantasy leagues.
We meme our pain.
We pray to gods we barely believe in,
While the gods of capital count our silence as profit.

I tried to warn them.
“Fiat is fraud,” I said.
“Bitcoin is dharma,” I whispered.
They laughed, called me mad.
“Chill yaar, buy the dip later. Let’s go watch the match.”

So I sit now, not with popcorn, but purpose.
Watching the spectacle of the generation.
A cynical satire in real time.
The fall of society, dressed up as content.

When the dust settles, they’ll ask,
“Why didn’t anyone tell us?”

We did.
You just had the volume turned up on the game.


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