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People to be shot

We just love talking about inclusiveness for diverse opinions, and many even claimed that they had created a platform where people could debate differences. But the very people wouldn't even bother, out of self-convinced academic accomplishment, to engage people who are not in the clique. 
 
Such is the mindset of people or of the leaders who could talk in round and pompous fashion only to prove their verbose superiority. They make one wonder what they will actually do and how serious their intention is when they can't come out of their cocoon to understand the greater reality. 
 
You would find them talking dates and years flashing their stained teeth, sloshing their rotund shapes in university chairs, and when instigated they could brandish their stained hands. If the chums of Muivah, egging on the paranoia born out of prolonged misery, have achieved distracting the poor to march behind them with their hoes and machetes instead of helping them, then we have the Imphal-spawned-early-shipped-out-varsity-verbose thinkers. 
 
How come we don't realise that something is terribly wrong when a PHD holder from a supposedly reputed university begins churning communal articles and, making it worst, had no hesitation in  kowtowing to a snot-faced priest?
 
But we don't see this as a serious disease despite the degrees, we are rather happy that English-fluent individuals capable of churning out error-free columns have come to join charades ochestrated by Kalashnikov-weilding papal rebel leader. Any attempt to have a debate with them could be as tragic as an already doomed debate with a middle-class person from one of the metros in India; the man can overlook massacres for economic figures have been placed before him, and he can happily screw the happiness of other creatures living with us with his thousand-rupee firecraker.

Would still ask, do they deserve to be shot?

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