Sundaran as Prophet

 Okay, serve the world is partly clickbait. The situation I command you to picture is one where you’re sitting with a full bladder and your mind is screaming Release! Release! In my defence ‘the world’ certainly shrinks to the vicinity around the nearest toilet at this point, and everything-- the deadline for the project application, how popular you are in your friend circle, the quintessential question of what exactly you want to do with your life, much less the war in the faraway country, all fade into vapour, and you attain a deep mindfulness of the present moment that Alan Watts or Baba Ramdev would’ve been proud of. You call out the situation to your friends, go take a piss in all haste, and there’s a deep peace and tranquillity to the world now. Happens occasionally huh? But what’s pure chaos is when the notification arrives at the most unfortunate moments: You’re in a movie theatre, farthest seat from the aisle. Or you’re on a bus full of people you don’t know and the next...

A to B be any stretch of your sad, sad existence. Could be the crappy day you just had and can’t sleep away now at 4 am in the morning, the horrible week with the whole world huddling together to knock you down to the ground every step you take, or in fact the whole stretch of your mediocre existence in a world that is so personally hostile and unfair to you. Then you look around and see everyone else living the perfect life you’ll never have. The internet is bloated with them, you daren’t even open Instagram cuz even if it’s the seventh time today you know there are more of them, and outside they’re everywhere: in cafes, parks, buses. The situation you’re in is smack-on portrayed by Figure A. Everyone else lives their lives riding that blue line while that red line is specially made for you. Behold it and realise how cursed and fucked up you are and that there’s nothing short of a reincarnation that can promote you to a better life. Now, figure B. Oh, he’s drawn a few more ...