Problem With People, Today

Finally, after ages I write another post. I guess it's becoming a practice for me - write one post every few months. Yes, Time and Responsibilities are a constraint but there's another - which clogs our mind more than the .

Do you remember those impromptu laughs of childhood? Rare laughs that echoed through the old walls of the house we lived in. Laughs that showed we were ready to rule our small worlds any time.

But then, we were too busy - for wiping the smirk off our faces while playing in the mud, for being stubborn enough to secure the big piece of chocolate, for donning the crown - of the King of our "territories". Only when we indulged in conversations with civilized storytellers who brought to light stories of kingdoms and palaces, of alluring lands far away, of the stars and of the planes flying high and many more; some men did invoke our laughter. The weekly dose of Disney cartoons also played its part in making us happy, once or twice a week. Our comics didn't denigrate our nation's values.

These days though it seems that every flinty reprobate with a dirty mind and a misanthropic bent to grind is parading around me, wherever I go, telling off-color jokes and carrying on like a raving fool. The previous humorists had class - and they understood that if they crossed a line we’d beat them senseless with a sack of righteous indignation.

Every degenerate quipster these days has to crack wise about social inequality, political scandal, the female anatomy and every other issue my generation spent years suppressing, denying and working tirelessly to ignore. They’re subversive, they’re crude and they’re undoing our social fabric one episode at a time. The problem is not in criticizing, it lies in staying aloof from the actions and ranting with profanity from the background. I am amazed at how people enjoy at such crude, immoral discussions.

If you ask me, we’re on a path to damnation - and if we don’t change our comedic stripes from sexual innuendos and adeptly censored one-liners to genuine indicative humor, then yes, our imagination is rotting to hell. It won't be long before we'd all be sitting tirelessly as dead souls and cursing at some maiden's buttocks.