Im at the Frankfurt Airport for a 10 hr layover.
I have been traveling around for years but now it feels different.
The hate for India and Indians is at peak and we subconsciously feel every one is hating on us.
It's been 3 hrs now, I noticed a fellow brown colored human being who took a flight with me from Dublin. Humble clothing, unkempt face, a ragged backpack and a faded jacket. Something told me this man was poor. Most ppl were either looking at him with a judgmental look that I hate or avoiding him completely.
I saw him looking at the food menu at different outlets, the cheapest I guess.
My heart ached for him, he could be a hard working brother who hasn't come to terms with spending Euros yet.
I have brought extra food with me. I walked up to him with my parcel of food, I asked, "Aap Dublin se aaye hain?"
He smiled and answered- "Ji."
Then I asked, "Kahan ja rahe hain?"
"Karachi, Paxtaan!' He said, beaming.
I turned around and walked back to my chair.
Jaa mar!!
sometimes on fridays if i dont feel like working i'll just use twitter/read the entire day and type nonsense in the search bar when someone walks by and it makes me feel like this
no its fine i just dont think its fair to say you dont want to visit the giving each other blowjobs dimension before i even tell you what we'll do there
In supplementing all the formal regressions, this buff, bearded look that has plagued male roles really makes clear the through line for Indian cinema: to project an artifice of chauvinist strength all the while the system buckles and fails under current management (1/?)
Into a mire of shoddy camera work, stupid plots, and dumb characterization and will find its only saving grace in serving as a mouthpiece for the same bloodthirsty regime. That, or, I guess, they could make another legacy sequel to something that was barely funny the first (4/?)