First let me want you a Glad Halloween — India’s most just lately appropriated international competition. As if 36 festivals and 16 public holidays weren’t sufficient for us, we now have an historical Celtic competition that requires us to put on costumes to keep off imported ghosts.
On the danger of sounding culturally protectionist, I need to level out that now we have sufficient home-grown bhoots to take care of. I’m certain you’ll agree that Covid-19 is one such spectre that looms massive. Most of us have discovered to put on masks and wash our palms, and but we are able to’t distance ourselves from the corporate of boisterous younger people who find themselves out socialising with a vengeance. Final evening, after I politely informed a neighbour to show down Himesh Reshammiya’s nasal voice, which was piercing out of his home occasion straight into my cranium, the drunken fellow shouted again with an “Aunty, chill”. He jogged my memory that it was a “post-Covid-19” occasion to rejoice the truth that our house complicated’s load of energetic instances was decreasing. Who wants Halloween after we reside subsequent door to demons akin to these?
I switched on the information to channel my anger elsewhere — and located the anchor thumping his desk in an effort to persuade his primetime viewership that Hathras was a conspiracy. How may the nation’s most horrific rape and homicide of a Dalit girl from the Uttar Pradesh city go into the realm of conspiracy and make-believe when there may be sufficient proof within the public area testifying to the brutal crime? Who wants a Voldemort costume when you possibly can spend so much much less to seem like India’s most polarising and eardrum-bursting TV journalist?
In the course of all this, there are the horrors of poverty, starvation, local weather change, diseases, unemployment, indebtedness, misgovernance, crime, violence and extra. Pricey Editor, when evil spills out of costumes, is there any level in portray fangs in your face?
Earlier this week, my school-going daughter was instructed by her class trainer to decorate up for a digital Halloween occasion. ‘Tis the season of fright, she mentioned, making huge eyes at me earlier than asking for a dressing up allowance. I confirmed her the entrance web page of a newspaper which featured headlines about Delhi’s hellish ranges of air air pollution, a senior cop who abused his authority and molested younger women, and the rise of the post-Covid-19 city poor who’re pawning gold to pay their kids’s faculty charges as a result of they misplaced their jobs within the pandemic. It’s the season of fright, certainly. Why not go dressed as a newspaper — the harbinger of dangerous information? Or, higher nonetheless, as WhatsApp, the place dangerous information goes 10 notches larger and comes colored with opinion and misinformation, creating chains of ignorant fools? I nudged her to scroll by means of among the recent b*llsh*t mendacity unopened in my unread messages. One submit urged me to again the ruling authorities, saying it was the best way I may save my household from changing into extinct within the pandemic. You may name your self The Satan Wears WhatsApp Information, I mentioned, attempting to not sound too enthusiastic about saving myself a couple of bucks.
She scowled at me, however I later discovered her posing a question to Alexa: What are some costume concepts to seem like WhatsApp?
And that’s after I determined to take a seat again and have a cheerful Halloween.
Ghost who talks