The G20 is just another weasel tube of asymmetry for capitalists that have these 20 participating nations that superficially at least pretend that there's a burden for the citizens back home and not their owning businesses. But this time all the makeup is sort of coming off, since it's happening in India, where contradictions like this are so pedestrian that there's no point pretending. In fact, the hardened Indian who's used to a daily dose of corruption might not even notice the rift in promise and performance in global bodies.
And they're quite used to saluting people with white skin, and reminiscent of British India, the special guests and the Indian Maharaja and his courtiers and vassals are on a separate space-time continuum for all practical purposes. At least on this pretext, the capital looks a little bit like the clean room of a bachelor's, expecting a special lady. The bachelor, a dictator, who otherwise never bothers to clean his eternally disheveled palace capital, hardly wants to stay in his country, unless there's something to celebrate or inaugurate.
The underlying assumptions for the people who are seasoned pickles with magnifying prying eyes are that this is just another photo opportunity that will reinforce the iron fist rule of the Maharaja for another term and allow his favorites enough time to make the fortunes they have manifest destinies for, usually a luxurious life abroad with unimaginable, gargantuan, undisclosed Swiss bank accounts.
Which is all very good, except that most ordinary people don't understand or don't care, as long as their fractal selfish mini-universe isn't handicapped in any way, mostly out of inculcated democratic hubris as electorate, self-denial, commiserate complicity with the status quo, and as long as any flimflam allows them opportunities for infinite selfies, which this one does at guarded distance.
While the pointless opposition, chastened bystanders and mangy dogs have been all either not invited, cordoned off or unceremoniously boxed in, tongue tied or made busy with other basic survival needs, or consuming and entertaining conspiracies, the G20 will perhaps only open doors for the friends of the rich, the corrupt, and the politically connected, based on the history of the prior shindigs. The Gini index further deteriorates in the foreboding of the ceremony, a blatant classification of the haves and the nots.
The whole world is in the pockets of the wealthy, so the unconcern for the other classes isn't at all a bother. In fact, by being so ostentatiously open about it, the G20 is yet another reason why the middle class and the poor should really worry about what representations mean for them, if anything. Anyway, G20 has finally found the right soil that fit its transparency requirements, where questions are taboo, and the press are circus clowns, willing to do impossible acrobatics with the truth at the behest of the Maharaja.
On one end of the spectrum, we'll introduce linear algebra and programming in nursery, while ironically, in the qualifications needed to lead the nation, an educational waiver is almost a constitutional guarantee, while as necessary political traits, we covet a sage like quiet senile biligerence, wanton disrespect for humanity, a fixation for corruption, a will to proffer various naming schemes at times when the looting can be done, and generally a proclivity towards autocracy.
Sure, Bharat sounds as good a place as India is for the commoner, since for him nothing will happen except wasted years in the name of this or that. None of loot will ever make to the common man, trapped by the intentionally inscrutable laws that tie him down to lead a life that is the reverse of the excesses that are allotted to those who write these terse terms and will now be dining in gold and silver plates, breaking into helpless whoops of laughter as they're served the rarest Indian delicacies, while only within a few minutes from them many go to bed without a roof or food, nondescript, nonessential, nonentities, whose lives were extirpated, bulldozed, ceremoniously in public for the ostentatiously ineffective G20 in doing nothing about the very world in which this group exists, except for killing more trees and spending more money making fruitless promises they never intend to deliver on.
Too many hungry mouths, later in nightmares, with tongues parched dry like a desert, and the naked greed showing in the empty space in the orbits where the eyes should've been. Dark circle under those, adding just another dimension of unreason to the inequality and making the leaders vomit up whatever they had eaten.
