A world worth dreaming of

I don’t understand how the americans get to decide who the sexiest man alive is, they didn’t even consider me! I don’t know how they get to decide what the greatest novels are, the finest films are, the best dresses are, the best music is, and we just let them, worse, we worship their generalizations of the planet as they ruthlessly exploit the world.

We see the world through their eyes, their conception of the world, of Africa, the middle eat, Asia, south america, becomes ours. Their mind-numbing entertainment industry becomes my only point of discussion with a brazilian or a lebanese. Why should I care if Raj is on the big bang theory? Why should I care if they are making hyperspecialised cultureless morons like Sheldon Cooper whose only conception of the world is an equation, who doesn’t know what art or poetry or culture is, and who on top of that is foolishly arrogant? Let them get on with their nihilistic agenda without bothering everybody. Someone was once shocked how I didn’t know which coast California was, but sadly my own education hardly taught me how my city developed the way it did. Education today isn’t narrow enough.

We crave their attention, we crave to dress like them, talk like them, eat like them, get heart disease like them, and destroy the planet like them. Ofcourse they “celebrate multiculturalism” so we sing Indian songs in their universities, but this is just throwing powder in the eyes. We travel to New York to buy the clothes made a hundred kilometers away from us, but designed in New York, because they even tell us what to wear, in a climate that is totally different from theirs, ofcourse their own “culture” is a kind of capitalist derivative of European culture, where a church is only of value if you can get a two dollar entry fee to enter it. “America is the the only country in the world that went from barbarism to decadence without civilization”, this country that “knows the price of everything, but the value of nothing.” Never in the history of the world has such mediocrity in the arts been given so much importance, “earlier the books would be written by men of letters and read by the public, now books are written by the public and nobody reads them”.

We like to assert a kind of Indian-ness, we feebly assert how “Indian” we are when we play classical music in the evenings, or read some indian literature, but it isn’t culture if it isn’t cultivated, if it doesn’t play a role in the kind of life you lead, the career choices you make, the kind of nation you build. The world needs different perspectives, that is what being open-minded means. The privileged in the world think they are open-minded, but they are terribly close -minded, they have no nation, no patriotism, no boundaries, but infact they do, they are all americans, america will be the last nation on earth, the nation that will destroy the world.

In language and literature lie the key to saving the world, the languages of the world need to be saved, because those before us have already thought in that tongue about the weather, the climate, the food, the men and women and children. I have never read a poem praising the beauty of an Indian women, but I have read countless pieces of literature speaking of the blonde blue eyes girl that doesn’t live anywhere near me. The languages shall also permit different conceptions of the world, these conceptions exist already, I want to learn of what melancholy is in different part of the world, what sarcasm is, ofcourse there is a limit to how much one can take in, but I certainly wish to take in something other than the clowns on american television. The burden of the world should stand on many different, proud cultures, that is a world worth dreaming of.

 

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