Shit, shit, shit! Oh shit everywhere! It has not hit the walls. It has splashed and splattered all over, on the face, on the hands and on the bodies of Dalits who are paid to clean others' shit with their bare hands.
It is a good thing to happen. Normally it does not happen among human beings unless there is a serious crisis. But in Tumkur, Karnataka the spontaneous gathering of 7000 Dalits and other poors was not a manifestation of any crisis. It speaks for the way our people have transformed themselves together with REDS and Booshakthi Kendra over the past three decades.
Peacocks! I am sure you have seen them. But I wonder if you have seen them in their glory unfurling their colorful feathers in excitement and in an apparent endeavor to show off to their counterparts. Clouds hovering over them provide the necessary ambiance.
This is one of the funniest things to have taken place in recent history of India though it was not totally unexpected. I wish I could get hold of such hippo skinned humans, submerge them fully into a quagmire of inextricable poverty and shame, pull them out in time before they die and make them look at the mirror and see what they are really worth.