India Election: Modi's Divisive Campaign Rhetoric Raises Questions
Rooftop conversation in Ahmedabad.
Edition #128
14.05.24
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Newsflash⚡ writes fictional stories inspired by what is going on.
This story is about how a political and social rift can be explored between two people, and also about fusion, I think.
Estimated read time: 1.7 minutes.
LINK: the original article (BBC News).⚡
“India election: Modi's divisive campaign rhetoric raises questions”
By Soutik Biswas - BBC News, 09.05.2024.
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“Have you ever wondered?”, she asked.
“Have I ever wondered what?" “Why it is that they do it?"
There was a slight pause. “Do you mean the air conditioners, or the politicians?” She barely adjusted her posture before replying. Uninterested. The light was blue, and grey. “Okay. Both."
“Well, I don’t know about these… these units, or whatever you call them. But they make an incredible noise all day, all night.” He paused to reach for his lukewarm glass. He took a sip. “It is because of how they are made.” “What do you mean?” “Well, okay, say for example,” he coughed once or twice, into his elbow, “that you had to build an air conditioner. You have to have a fan, a fan has to make a noise of some kind, no matter how small. Especially, with these machines. They are old, big, heavy; designed for a lot of use.” “... how have they not found a way around that yet?” “Well... why would they? These big boxes, nobody ever sees them.” He put his glass back down at the edge. “We’re up here,” she said. “We’re seeing them.” “Yes, but, generally - we shouldn’t even be up here, you know - people don’t come up here at all.” Whirring. Constant. “Seems they haven't found a way around it yet.” “I guess not.”
The concrete ridge. A place they had known since they were children. She paused to look the night over briefly, as if re-familiarising herself, re-intertwining. Trees shifted to black, their outlines shimmering. The horizon stretched over an endless, sloping hill. She sat upright.
“Well, and what about the rest of it?” Suddenly, he flared with wit, in a way he often did; in the way she most disliked. “Salām alaykum." “I'm serious, Ami.” “What? I might as well... get it out whilst I can.” “No, what you think, you know... why they are saying it. What is going on.” He began whistling the old Marvin Gaye tune. She leaned over and punched his arm. "There are lots of people listening to them, you know.” Amir drew a small sigh. What was he doing here, explaining this again? He was yet to even have his chance with the view. But it never does come calling at the right time. “Well, that is actually very simple,” he said, although without any force. There was a silence, filled by mechanical fanning. “Fear.” “Fear of what?” “Of me. Of you. Of anybody. Anyone they can sharpen their knife against.” “Sharpen their knife?” “Yeah, you know... competition, like sport, or a good raga. You cannot get better without someone to go against; without someone to go against, you slowly become something else. Something... unrecognisable.” “Mm.” She slouched down again, looked out to the rooftops. “And that’s what they fear? Having no enemy?” “That is my guess.” “So they need... an enemy?” “Who knows, Devi, if they need one, if they have one, or if they only want one. But they have made it this way for themselves. Clearly, it is what makes them feel at home.”
She understood, why they had all these machines. A damp smell of asphalt and rain hung around them, next to their skin.
“I suppose a fan,” she said, over the distant rattle of comfort, “has to make a noise of some kind.”
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'Cos sound is moving air anything that moves air will always make sound.