If I were a rabid, petty, and vindictive right-wing government, scared of criticism and desperate to control dissent, I’d hatch a cunning plan.
Step one: Create a Facebook page. Call it something clever. Maybe “Humans of Hindutva.” Start small. Harmless memes. Mild satire. Let it grow.
Step two: Slowly turn up the heat. Get creative. Push the boundaries. Mock the regime in ways that scream, “I dare you to censor me.” Post content that dances on the line of legality. Let critics think, “If this guy can say it, so can I.”
Step three: Wait. Watch. Let them come to you. Share their thoughts. Their rage. Their private lives. All on your turf. All with their consent. All nicely catalogued.
Now you have a tidy little database. A compact, self-selected group of your harshest critics. Ready to be… addressed.
What a shock it would be if tomorrow it came out that “Humans of Hindutva” was a BJP IT Cell project. A bait. A trap. An ambush.
The naive fans of HoH will not know what hit them. They will still be wondering, even as they are being led to the police station, and then onwards to the concentration camps, how exactly the regime got wind of their innermost feelings.
What a Masterstroke, Sirji!
Who knew satire could be weaponised so elegantly?
Are you waiting for the punchline?
Well, there’s none.
Sometimes the funniest part of the joke is realising you were the punchline all along.
