22.11.15

The Spectator

At one point in my life I was referred to as a spectator. This was pertaining to my introvert nature and lack of overzealous talking. A benign form of being a spectator.

There is another form of this prevalent among the malayali population in Kerala. The spectator who watches and waits for chaos to ensue to pursue his nefarious motives. During the Kiss of Love demonstrations in Ernakulam, what the media should have been pointing their cameras at should have been the sheer number of males who had climbed onto the trees to spectate the proceedings. They have nothing to offer to the discussion. Their only purpose is to leer and leer and leer.


In many cases of female molestation, you find a leader who initiates the proceedings and then there will invariably be a spectator who says nothing but waits for the circumstance to deteriorate and he forces his hand at that point of no return.

Inhabitants of this tiny state in India claim themselves literate, but the truth is that we have just succeeded in churning out mindless zombies who wait for initiative from an outside agency. People with strong personalities are few and far in between when it comes to initiating innovations in our malayali society. Meanwhile all you find is predominantly male population spectating patiently to sate their voyeuristic appetite.

 
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