Dude, where’s my food?

Before Apps came in:

Me: Boss, one roll please.
Restaurant: Theek hain. Bhej deta hoon.

After Apps changed our lives:

Go to app and click on what you want.

Message 1: Your order has been sent to the restaurant.

Message 2: Your order has been confirmed.

Message 3: Money from your PayTm has been deducted.

Message 4: Sushant from Jabalpur (whom we haven’t paid in a while because recession) has picked your order from the restaurant on his motorbike which gives an impressive mileage of 70 kmpl.

Message 5: Sushant is almost there.

Call 1: Hello, sir. We are calling from Zomato. We called to tell you that your order will be delayed by 15 mins. Thank you so much for ordering with us.

Message 6: Sorry to tell you that your food has been delayed by 15 minutes. Thank you so much for ordering with us.

Call 2:(10 minutes later) Hello, sir, calling from Zomato. We called to tell you that your order will be there in 5 minutes. Thank you so much for order with us.

Message 7: Your order will be there in 5 minutes. Thank you so much for ordering with us.

Call 3: Sir, Sushant from Zomato. Gate ke bahar hoon.

Call 4: Sir, hope you got your food. Sorry for the delay.

Message 8: Your food has arrived.

Message 9: Please rate your experience ordering from XYZ restaurant.

Email 1: Your invoice from XYZ restaurant is here.

Yes, Apps have made our lives easier. My food.

Let’s Forget

Last year, we (myself included) came out all guns blazing in support of DK Ravi, an honest IAS officer who was found dead under mysterious circumstances in his apartment. He took on the sand mafia and raided home minister KJ George’s shady real estate deals in the weeks leading up to his murder…ooops, I mean suicide (genuine mistake). And just like all great movements that begin online, our thoughts, prayers and status updates on DK Ravi conveniently moved on.

So here’s another story that we can all choose to forget in the days to come. Last night, DySP Ganapathy, gave a detailed interview to the media about how he wasn’t allowed to honourably discharge his duties and was constantly harassed by KJ George (who else?) and his army of ass-lickers (couple of higher-ups in the department).
After that, he quietly went back to his room and hung himself. Going by past history, if he didn’t kill himself, I’m sure somebody (who else?) would have done it for him.

At least, he wanted to move on, on his own terms.

Tomorrow, we will move on, as usual.

In spite of being named by DySP Ganapathy in his suicide note, our minister KJ George will continue to be a free man. Free enough to harass a lot more officers for breakfast; free enough to have lunch with the timber mafia; and free enough to go on dinner dates with the real estate mafia. Nothing will change, as usual.

So please share this story and make sure more people forget about DySP Ganapathy in the days to come. Because if the contribution of an upright cop is not worth remembering, then it is surely worth collectively forgetting.