Debadyuti Dasgupta
I wake up in the morning wishing all art to be dead. And then I heard Kolkata’s Water Mains to have broken down in shame.
I love when the problems of human beings get worse. Don’t be happy, because I feel the same for the animals at Dooars.
Leaking water mains leads to dengue, malaria and millions of office electrical shorts. As the internet shuts down, rich parents of depressed teenagers get kicked out of their jobs.
Jobless parents turn to alcohol while teenagers stick to weed. Millions of broken homes help doctors and psychologists have vacations at Goa beach.
With joblessness comes homelessness with riots on the streets. The government can’t decide whether it’s an emergency, so with cetzine they put themselves to sleep.
Meanwhile, the lovely yearly monsoon floods arrive with a sweet ‘Good morning’ text. The flood water leaks into Meghnad Saha Institute of Nuclear Physics contained radiation belt.
Local animals quench their thirst near the meltdown spot
Watching millions of middle class people who had their first sex with house helpers, first salary from tuitions, first kisses during sexual abuses and first exploitations at every low paying job, watching Star Jalsha serials in the evening, with every identical bike-scooty riding uncle and his selfish housewife with his mentally ill neighbor boy and depressed neighbor girl being roasted, fried, baked and burnt and turned into hamburgers close the Nuclear Meltdown spot
The animals mutate and get gigged up on speed. Starting to look for people in the suburbs to eat.
As the Police fails to control the evacuation and people panic in order to leave. The Climate Protestors block the superhighways to promote vegan milk to drink.
The hungry animals choose the old and the cripples in the fast lane. While every fairy, elf and troll comes out from the woodworks reciting Thakurmar Jhuli near the Bishwa Bangla gate.
The chaos leads people to watch porn and motivational content. While Purulia burns to the ground but no one notices.
The increase of internet upset climate protestors as energy usage builds up more. And the point of this energy from server leaks, condenses at the tip of your father’s cigarette glow.
With an explosion, a crack in the universe opens up from your father’s cigarette. And all the dead people from the past come down from the crack using a water sled.
From Mickey Mouse, Tiny Tim, Porky Pig, Hitler, Janice, Mata Hari, Penelope Cruz before marriage, Gandhi, Lord Clive, Montezuma, Cleopatra, Lanzey-the School shooter, Mir Zafar, Oppenheimer, Marie Curie, Boudica, Annabelle, Julius Ceaser, Charlie Chaplin, the entire CPM Party, your uncle Tukai, my uncle Tukai……
Lighting up biris, sitting around a heavenly table, a hateful chatter is started by all uncle Tukais
They say how their parents never cared for them and how their kids hate them. They say how their girlfriends had cheated on them and their wives now avoid them.
They say how they just missed out on a good job because of relatives. And how their trips to Puri and Sikkim were destroyed by eating local shit.
They complain how the Bangladeshis and the Marwaris have everything. And how scammers from Sector-5 sent OTPs to turn their bank accounts into lottery win green.
And you watch as all their hate turns into liquid and drips from their bodies. Turning into swirling liquid hate that consumes everything from salaries to savings to baby nappies.
And the swirling liquid hate turns and speeds up round and round and explodes. Into millions of tiny little galaxies, that has trillions of stars, with trillions of solar system over shows.
And amongst every trillion solar system there is one planet earth. That has millions of uncle Tukais made from proteins, love and dirt.
And every uncle Tukai has a loving family, a good job and a great sex life. Their wives love them, their kids think they’re cool and every Sunday they go out for an outside snack bite.
And every year, uncle Tukai gets the promotion
Now, I hope you understand why I love it when Nature gets even with humans with a demotion.