Food is just a luxury, iPhone is the basic necessity of life
These farmers, uff, such morons, chose grapes. Who does that? Instead, they should’ve chosen to be like us. We obviously live the smarter lives. We sit in little, cold cubicles and make calls to people halfway across the globe. We burn the midnight / midday oil, trying to build devices tiny enough to fit in our nostrils or writing lines of code long enough to reach the bottom of the deepest ocean. Because, of course, without ultra smart devices, man would face extinction. God forbid, the next iPhone fails to detect your body smell and inform you that it’s time for your bath, disaster would be upon humankind.
They have a size zero without going to the gym. How unfair!
These silly farmers, chose to sacrifice their God-gifted brains, and toil endlessly in the hot hot sun trying to plough their land, sow grape seeds, water it, tend to the farm’s every need all year round. They don’t even wear sunscreen in these ozone deprived times. They eat dried bhakri with salt and their menu is the same everyday. Thrice a day. Oh wait, once a day. One needs money to eat thrice, and thanks to their pea-brained career choice, they of course deserve to eat just once, or just starve. On the plus side, they all are a size zero! What an effortless achievement! And here we are, we need to hit the gym, hire a dietician, pay a bomb for health foods and yet, this size zero eludes us. That’s how unfair destiny is.
These foolish farmers. They need to beg the banks for a loan of a few thousand rupees. No, not to buy the latest phone, or their 4th car or 3rd house. Instead, to grow grapes. To buy the seeds and equipment. Fizool ka kharcha. Look at us, we made the right choice. I can afford to buy 3 kurtis in a single visit to the shiny mall, each the price of their loans probably, without batting an eye at the price tag. See what one bad choice does to these farmers? They need to kill themselves so that these few thousand rupees don’t haunt them forever.
These stubborn farmers. Could have easily sold their farms to builders, made a quick buck and disappeared into oblivion. Lekin nahi, they chose to fight the land sharks. Kept their farms and grew grapes. Now, they are dead. That is what happens when they deny us, the smarter ones, a beautiful 3 BHK apartment on the 15th floor, nestled in mother nature’s cozy lap, overlooking lush green hills, with a swimming pool, gym, clubhouse and generator backed-up elevators.
We’ll take ACs over rain, any day of the year
These uneducated farmers. They pray to the rain Gods for seasonal rains to make a living. We, the smarter ones, are busy screwing our ecosystem to make our lives a tad bit more convenient. Even the Rain Gods have surrendered to our menace. Alas, nobody has bothered to convey this to the farmers.
These selfish farmers. They kill themselves, leaving behind a suffering, starving, traumatized family. Oh well, maybe they should kill them too and be done with it. The rest of humankind is busy taking test drives, holidaying in Thailand or just hitting the snooze button. Why would we, the other, smarter humans bother to maybe, just maybe, help these farmers out? We made the right choice, and are thus reaping its benefits. As you sow, so shall you reap, the old saying goes. Rings a little too true here, nahi?
A chip to curb hunger in the making?
Just one little thing bothers me. Yes, we are smart. We fly, we predict the weather, we have satellites, send space shuttles to the twinkling stars, we have little chips with the memory of 3 elephants, we can combat deadly viruses, we can change the color of skin in 5 days & 5 rupees, we can even annihilate a country in seconds. Waah, we are almost as good as God. The only thing we have failed at, is to be able to switch off hunger pangs. Our stomach still rumbles every 3 hours. We cannot eat fancy LED TVs or sky scrappers or the latest software. Aur jab hume bhook lagti hai na, hum ekdum heroine ban jaate hain, as the Snickers ad pointed out. Damn. And, with all the grape farmers dead, where do we go for wine which is so essential for romantic dinners? What about fruit custard without grapes? Should we also be archiving the ‘khatte angoor’ muhavara?
Now, let’s not get overly sensitive about grapes. One can do without grapes. Sure! But is it just the grape farmers who are killing themselves? Nope. Most farmers in India are super poor (read, cannot even afford a nokia 1100 from OLX). Farmer suicides are at an all time high. Wish we could give some more credit to those who grow the food that keeps us alive & healthy. Could we, the smart, over educated Indians be guilty of these suicides? Of course not…we didn’t put a gun to their heads did we?
“Everyone must die eventually. Who cares!”
And maybe, this is for the greater good. All the farmers die. Then the farms will go. So no food. We starve…no, we fast. Fast everyday and not even break the fast when the moon peeks from behind the clouds. Eventually we will die from the fasting. Since we died doing Upaas, the 330000000 Gods that babysit this country will give us special spots in heaven. I, for one, am planning on making an advance booking for the window spot with lace curtains and cotton cushions. Now, i think killing our farmers is a tiny, very reasonable price to pay for a hallowed spot in heaven, no?
If the fasting thing doesn’t work, we could just adapt ourselves to eat plastic. Plastic needs no farming and is found in abundance thanks to the flourishing manufacturing industry. Could this be the next big step in evolution? If yes, then you read this first here. Hence, I’m the next Darwin. YO!
Author: Moo’s Khayals.