Disclaimer: Things written here might offend some. But that is no issue, to be offended is the objective. However, one must remember that this is purely a work of fiction.
The results for the 12th are out today and my neighbour’s son has passed with flying colours, rather a topper of his batch. I excitingly queried about his career dreams, and with a 56-inch chhaati (now a benchmark for ‘handsome quotient’ among the teenagers) he proudly announces that he will be appearing for the entrance exam for 21 Gau Rakshak Battalion under the Ministry of Defence.
It became his dream job after the millennium revolution of cow protectionism. He explained how, in a school project, he did a comparison of the anatomy of a cow and a buffalo to show what makes the holy mother and the calves, oh sorry, the half-brothers worth the stay in the Gau Mata Kalyan Griha. He has been attending the coaching classes for the exam since standard 9 under the Skill India movement hosted by Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh, endowing free education on such subjects and clothes (though of the particular shade Khaki—the colour of nationalists. It could even be kesariya, just like the new jerseys of Indian cricket team, but then Khaki represents service). Well, his parents are very supportive too, as the battalion pays really well, enough to support the family which has been through the turmoil of momos and noodles.