A nation's wardrobe malfunctions

As 4 billion of the world's population watched, our athletes dressed improperly. As the world traded in golds and silvers and at least bronzes, we traded the 29th and the 42nd places. As the world hulas into the five rings, we tap-danced indifferent resignation. As the world keeps his hands on hearts and weeps into national anthems, we remain seated. As the world celebrates we dig deeper into our defeats. As the world gets age-defying solutions, we are shrivelling at 61. As the world expects us to do something, we prefer to seat on the sidelines and let the show go on. As the world leaps, we get pulled back. As the world masters, we train the slaves in us. As the world procreates, we give birth to dead foetuses, and a generation of no-getters. As the world climbs the podium, we clasp our hands in jealous claps. As my nation swirls into nothingness, I watch on blindly. As my Indianity gasps for breath, I choose euthanasia.