Why this FOMO-showmore, yaaa?
Once upon a time each cities caught to their very own USP, particularly, energy and paisa, and everyone lived fortunately ever after. Then, just like the sidey woman within the previous detergent advert, every started casting envious appears on the different’s whiter sari, or relatively blacker air and cash. The newest face-off is on TV, as flaky as dandruff and with worse fall-out.
It started with Bombabes muttering into their air-kisses, ‘Dilli ka air hamara air se dirtier kaiko hai? Humko bhi mangta.’ So they varoomed round in monster SUVs until their very own SPM was as thick as mascara, and sprayed each inch of their our bodies until fluorocarbons flew as quick as gossip. Their builder husbands equally lined each inch of open house with concrete until heavy respiration was as routine as extra-marital assignations. Forget their fave meth-laced raves, they even managed to spew sufficient methane into the environment to outgas the capital’s famed and flatulent gas-bags. Then, at Mumbai’s serial festivals, they placed on fireworks shows which lastly dazzled Delhi out of its smog complacence. Securing air pollution pole place, Bombabes laughed (raspingly) all the best way to the pulmonologist.
Then it was Dilli-Billis’ flip. Not content material with being political powerati, capital tomtom cats hissed, ‘Bhalaa, uski party meri party se aur glittering kaise?’ DBs made a beeline for Bombay. ‘Page Three’, which we created together with Bombay Times in 1994, had spawned a subculture subsuming all else. Before you might spell ‘Beaujolais’, P3P grew to become a socio-ethnic species, so aspirational that Page One People desperately needed to change into Page Three People. Delhi’s nattified netas now ‘air-dashed’ to Bombay to rock at events as an alternative of rocking them.
Thus, Insta Celebrity dethroned Fame which needed to be received solely after lifelong slog. It was the start of the tip of true accomplishment. The development hurtled precipitously with social media’s random-crowning. The finish sport has reached its denouement within the newest one-upwomanship. Fabulous Lives vs Bollywood Wives is the Barbification of aspiration. Pancaked goddesses can bindaas preserve partying and parrying of their celebrittle paradise. More worrying are besotted worshippers who’ve bestowed TRP divinity on utter inanity.
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Alec Smart mentioned: “Delhi HC has bajao-ed the ban on Satanic Verses.”
Disclaimer
This article is meant to convey a smile to your face. Any connection to occasions and characters in actual life is coincidental.
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