India Diaries: About access

As far as perfection goes, the mind can be like dark wine; if you leave it aside, in the dark and the cold, and it matures, not festers. But this is not an easy realization to come to, because this is not an age, nor a place that appreciates fine things. Its an age that appreciates fast things, quick things, easy things, flashy things - its like the entire world has gone nouveau riche. Just the other day, I was day dreaming that if someone should call me a splendid woman, I should feel very out dated. What a pity.

'its like the all these people are turning into tribals.’ I complained to my brother.

‘no Aparna, its that all the tribals are turning into people.’

The other day, in the Indian Express' letters to the editor, an offended reader complained after the whole Shashi Tharoor cow-class fiasco, that Tharoor was just another elitist ****** who has trouble concealing his contempt for the common man. I think thats unfair. I think the common man's clique is the hardest one to access, even if they garland you, invite you home and give you tea and parle G. Its because you cant just say sorry and shake off a thousand years of privilege. The meek are inheriting the earth- its only fair and its about time. Hence we eat humble pie on behalf of our great-granddaddies. What fun.