I am the elite-the educated-the refined – the intellectual-the class
Anything great has to have my approval, it needs to fit in, for, I defined the parameters of who, where , when-I know what is best
I am the thinker-the innovator, the judge, and the panelist on TV-the jury on the talk show-the think tank and the king maker
I sit on judgment and I am the jury, the prosecutor, the arbitrator; I send the Napoleons and the Lincolns And then Smriti Irani happened without my knowledge, approval or endorsement
The lowland, the prairie- such insolence- the aunty, the cuddly mom, the black beads chain wielding next door ‘nari’ – where is the degree, where is the accent and where is the refined class – terrible mistake to have education in her hands –the ‘unpadh’ illiterate, the mob, the mass-all the great scholars till now scripted the nation’s glory-the woman, her cheek, the commoner with no degree – I was not this vociferous earlier, but she made me into one
I forget everything, The finest in me got sucked out – fight for the dignity of women, I forget to decry the sly remarks on her in the parliament, I wasted the opportunity to fume when someone rode rough on her for she was a TV actor or insinuating remarks
Coughed, sniffed, and twitted a nasty tweet, in the world of mindless black hole called web few splashes of purple snarl and predatory adaptations-I left for the rest to trolley- pale acidic spleen
When I put her down, forgot to oppose the slander, rancor; or recognize that discrimination goes beyond color, cast into class, I got lost, bared and drained- wasted and spent
When I learn to my infamy, education is beyond degrees, every human has potential, nothing to scoff – then there will be no elite-the educated-the refined – the intellectual-the class- but humanity and the million possibilities
