Parle-G

The luscious temptations of the modern world have ravaged all the reservations of our adolescence. Through our reservations we sought a deeper connection before jumping into a superficial closeness. The trouble for us is that in the modern world, those like me who have tried to jump into material superficiality have at first fallen in love with it, but then have stopped believing in everything, even love, after having realized the fakeness of things that were superficial.

We grew up in lack of superficiality and still haven't got used to being around it. In my teens, we all knew what it was to be around beauty and we know what it meant to long for it. But the age of visual excesses that we soon were to witness destroyed that continuity. Suddenly it was just hotness and sex all over and there was nothing else to achieve or dream for. All emotions, love and longing started appearing as an attempt to escape the reality of natural selection.

Having found some pieces of Parle-G in the jaggery nimkins from my last trip to home, I just realized how much more we now spend to get the same pleasure that we had with much less. I also have some nan-khatai, cookies made with flour, sugar and hydrogenated fat. We had our problems in the old world, but we knew hot to cope with them. Suddenly, there seems nothing else except a game of power.

Our only option in the new world is to keep the balance between expenses and income and hope that everything would work out for us in the end. We don't believe that anything else is achievable. If we feel sick, there are medicines and doctors at your service, but there would be no one tell that you're fine. Having consciously got rid of little things in our lives, thinking that they were irrational, we have nothing to love and nothing to fear of losing when we're gone. With no purpose to live, we know we would die in ignominy.

You could of course, just love superficiality and be married to it, but would you love it? People of my kind are still unsure.