Catharsis

Have to confess, that our mauling of the appalling reportage on NDTV which has now reached farcical proportions, has been rather cathartic. Khush is almost hysterical with the giggles, and I'm feeling slightly less wound up. The lastest gem, a couple of over enthusiastic young, badly spoken reporters attaching themselves with abandon to someone 'rescued' from the Oberoi. A strapping young man, who in response to their excited yapping, "tell us why you were inside the hotel", "what's your good name?""where are you from?"... Ross from Sydney informs them in a sexily pitched, well modulated voice that he was out before the cops came in, more than a couple of hours ago, an answer which results in 17 seconds of dead air time from the clueless microphone brigade.
The fun looked set for a spoiling when the yappy team was replaced by a more articulate woman, able to ask coherent questions and listen...till her emotions got the better of her and she went on about the landmark Taj hotel, one of the oldest buildings in Mumbai and even in India....???? We spawned Mohenjodaro and Harappa and now 1903 is the oldest edifice we have on order? I can hear Humayun spinning like a shwarma in his tomb.
There is a reason for everything. This is why India is such a wonderful civilisation, and why we shall prevail. Resistance is futile.