Be careful. The time has changed. Learn to float or get drowned. Yesterday's fiction is today's science. Once what was perceived as fantasy is now worshiped as history. Studying geography today means adhering to border rules. We are born different but we must learn to follow the same dancing-tune. Our fragmented identities must obey the orders of the monolithic. We must adapt or be prepared to perish.

Truth was always fluid. However in our actions there was always a pretense of adhering to truth. With the advent of code of purity we have successfully unmasked ourselves. Today we are living in a world where truth is just another commodity. But unlike other commodities manufactured-truths are in abundance. We all can mine our-truths according to our convenience. If we do not like some truths then we always have options of buying some other truths. There is no dearth of truths. It is about vendor management. Those who can not create truths can place orders online. We now have acquired the mastery of changing the recipe for innovative-truths on the fly. No truth is better than the other. But all truths are totalitarian in their nature and scope. We can now enjoy personalized truths in unison thanks to handheld digital devices. The 21st century's biggest truth may lie in our ability to democratize truths. Mythical truths coupled with unreasonable truths can deliver the wonder that is called alternative-truth.

Welcome to puppet theater.

India lives in villages and slums. Policy Bazaars are in highrises in cities. We love to change the climate of villages sitting in AC rooms. We experience a sense of triumph while cooling the environment with new refrigeration techniques. The more CFC the better the technology. Coal powered electric cars are our destiny. India does not have enough schools. Netizens bunk virtual classes. Indians do not have money to buy a notebook but investors are busy with khatabook. India produces food. Digital nomads consume trash. India is poor. Our disturbed but distributed-history is rich. Her majesty always leaned in mysticism. India walks home. Humanoid drives drones on screen. India sleeps on railway platforms but seeks solace in payment platforms. Demonetized folks resulted in demonized existence. Indians talk in dialects. Fluency in English is perceived as educated. India wants to work but there are not enough jobs. India is in our dream. Buying yachts appears in our daydream. India wants to prosper. But inequality increases with prosperity. One's poison is another's potion. We have designed our systems to fail. We have produced structural caricature.

Indians have loved dramas from time immemorial. There is an element of elegance in our withdrawal from reality. This gives us a sense of belonging from a distance. Behaving like confused cartoons always strengthens our belief in the system. Without vicarious-etiquette we would not have reached so far. We have evolved over a period of time. Now, we can carry incompetence as a badge of honour.  It is anyone's guess when we first put our feet on the slippery slope. We have been on a downward ride since then. We now have more arsenals in our repertoire to act stupid.  We have decided to essentially slip away from the development path and into the darkness, as if furtively departing a boring party. There’s this sense of divine omniscience with moral-penury. Ignorance is bliss.

It seems we have attained all characteristics of comical mannequins.