National Anthem is in

… in our heads, that is. It is fitted right there like a nasty little spyware that no amount of anti-establishment virus can destroy. It controls our emotions, dictates our sense of patriotism, and makes us feel proud that we belong to a country called India whose geographical borders have been sketched by some rich father’s spoilt brat’s bored political ‘discovery’, at the cost of a few odd millions losing their homes, property, hopes, dreams, and faith in… well…in everything. The virus was loaded in our hard disks by obedient spammers, better known as political leaders. It’s being fed into us right from the day we stopped pissing on our beds. What’s more, you gotta give its due respect while listening. You have to lift your butt and do a perfect 90 degrees when it starts blaring in the background. Heil Hitler, they said and raised their hand when that diminutive world class killer leader passed by. Whoever didn’t was taught the lesson of ignoring State authority. In our country, it is the Jana Gana Mana that does the trick. If you don’t stand up… you’re fucked up. Well, it’s the same old formula of paying respect, buttering up, bootlicking, and ass offering gesture to the State. You CANNOT ignore the State. It’s like the Master of the family called India. It has got a huge harem of 113 crores, and anyone runs a risk of getting laid by it anyday. We have been programmed to obey and shun those who don’t follow the same robotic course. It’s after all the only way we can show, display, exhibit, flaunt, and boast of our pride and patriotism. It’s the short cut we take by lifting our butt. Other routes don’t cut across our strangely thickened Indian skin.