The phlegmatic Indian

One of my other grouse is the complacence of Indian middle class. We do not really care. We make noises of course, when there is a terrorist attack, or when some son of businessman or politician kills some hapless innocent, or when there is a rape in local train.
Whenever our honest and truthful media peddles latest outrage, there is predictable deluge of self-righteous indignation, the superficial shock and pretension, the hamlet like hand –wringing. This continues for one or two weeks. After that a fresh outrage, fresh bleeding and in this the previous issue consigned to dustbin.
How many remember the case of Gudiya, does anyone remember , Bhagalpur or Shah Bano case.
Problem with all this bleeding is for all the activism, neither is it humanely possible for media to cover all the incidents with equal import or for public to remember for anything.
And there is no reason for this either, we have judiciary, we have a government to take care of this.
If such things happens it means that there is something rotten in state of government, polity, society, everything. All this display of human kindness and sensitivity is good if someone wants to prove a point, but it doesn’t prevent future outrage.
To accomplish that, we have to stop placing faith in media and discover issues by ourselves.