Fiction
I had warned him. “Facebook is not a place for a person like
you.” That’s what I had told him. Could I make it clearer than that? Especially to the best mathematics teacher in
the school?
Mathematics doesn’t teach
you the equations of human affairs. Facebook does.
Facebook can, at least,
provided you know where to draw the line between trust and friendship. Between genuineness and deceit.
Stupid! You are too good for Facebook. Could I tell him that? You tell me.
How do we deal with somebody who is a successful mathematics teacher
with a loving wife and two loving children when he chooses to go active in
Facebook when he cannot even get his water supply properly because he does not
know how to communicate with the government officers in the Panchayat office
who don’t know how to calculate hundred minus hundred though they know what a two
hundred rupee bribe is?
Some people fall on this
earth by mistake. He belongs to that
category. That’s why I love him. That’s why he loves me. I’m a useless person. I look around for those who need help and
render that help. But I’m a crook. I
have political ambitions. I set cows
loose on the streets so that I can catch antinational people.
He was upset with
Facebook posts about Dalits and Muslims being killed in the name of cows. The idiot didn’t even know that cows are
scapegoats. I could not tell him cows
today are scapecows. We are creating a
new vocabulary. A new lingo. The mathematics teacher didn’t understand
that. Can’t understand that scapegoat
has become scapecow in the new lingo.
That’s why he has gone
into depression. I told him to quit
Facebook. Live with your family,
man. I told him. But he wants some society, he says. What is society? You tell me.
In the meanwhile, let him
take antidepressant pills if he doesn’t know that his society is his family. He
doesn’t belong anywhere else.
Cows are just metaphors:)
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