Gay or pop corn! What’s your choice!

Have you ever thought that in this world of free speech-modern world with Internet, what choices do you have? No choice at all, I can argue. Let me explain.
Do you want to read news but you get what the newspaper gives you and what the reporter gives to the news editor. So you get half baked and half cooked stuff. (Depends what you are eating or reading.) Heard about David Coleman Hadley lately! The evil spy-cum-terrorist, since the National Investigative Agency, got “access” to interrogate the LeT operative in June, became terrorist-cum-spy and finally, just a terrorist.
Firstly, the Indian sleuths landed in the US to quiz this guy who had friends in Bollywood. The Americans just told them, NO. Indian Home Ministry was flabbergasted. Indian diplomacy was on its knees begging Americans to let them talk to this double agent or was it triple agent.
And since then we have been regularly getting ‘news’ that has done so much but his intentions were even more deadlier than his actions. He went to this restaurant and that tourist place and planned to bomb this and that defence establishment. The NIA has systematically been planting news and we have to endure the hot news. Nobody is asking what our RAW and IB were doing when Hadley was roaming around the country or even when he left. They had bloody no idea at all what was happening in the country. But forget all that and think why do we have to face the music every time. We end up reading such good for nothing plants? It is because we don’t have choices and we are forced to read the news or see TV. Changing the newspaper is no choice. The next one is even worse and besides you have got used to reading that crappy paper for far too long.
We have no choice at all. Look at the Common Wealth Games. Ask yourself this question, why were you forced to leave your vehicles at home and hop into car-pools or metro. You were forced to drive in the lane that was too on the damn left side. You looked at the lane in which probably few vehicles would be plying for entire day. And why, because the city police commissioner says you need to take a break, you should.
And look at Metro. You have no choice but to stand in the crowded compartment. You have no choice but to hang in there. If want to exercise your choice or opting for the next train, it will be equally crowded. So no choice but to stand and travel. And if you want to pee. Sorry, they still have not made any arrangements despite the court taking cognizance of the issue. So no choice but to finish your nature business before taking the Metro ride. Even during the journey, you have no choice but to listen to that computer-controlled voice. This is the Yellow line. Don’t cross it. Don’t lean against the door. Give seats to ladies. Listen to Metro orders.
What choice did you have to select the Prime Minister. Nothing, except for a vote and that was not even considered by anyone (read Sonia Gandhi). She just let him continue. There was Rahul Gandhi, if no body else. But sorry, that is not your game. So you use your choice in other country.
Then again, you have no choice when you enter the favourite city mall to see a movie. To start with it, you have no choice but to buy the costly popcorn inside the movie hall. Not only that, the problem is when you enter the mall. The security guy, who hangs around with a blue dress, generously pours his hands over you and you have no choice but to let him ‘feel’ you. There is always a lurking suspicion that the security guys are employing gays. They do their job with such interest that you cannot imagine anything else. Imagine a gay going inside a mall. “Oh man, yes, yes, feel me! Wow. Let me exit and enter again.” This lot must be in love entering anything… No wonder that malls are full. Don’t get disheartened, I give you a choice, pal. If you enter a mall either you must be a gay or love popcorn. What do you pick?