Here’s my deal, and why Indians uniquely disappoint me.
Have any of you read The Mahabharata? It is the longest ancient epic and it is so absolutely fucking metal and awesome that Bhima alone is one of the biggest goons in all of literature and I legit get inspired to wrestle any time I think of his story. It’s full of men breaking demons backs by bashing them against trees, shooting arrows through pinholes to win the hand of a princess, gods dueling like planets clashing and kingdoms rising and falling. It is so fucking epic and incredibly old.
And India, having this crazy fucking awesome story as part of their faith, has produced nothing but what you see before you today. Are you fucking kidding me.
Yeah there’s some weird Indian shit in there, mostly about multiple wives, but it was written thousands of years ago so that’s understandable. What’s not understandable is how you straight up worship Hanuman, the perfectly celibate god of strength itself, who carries mountains on his back and wrestles demons and gods alike to submission, and don’t learn a single fucking thing about discipline and strength from that.
You worship Ganesha, the god of wisdom who legends say dictated the ancient epics on the sole condition that the scribe must truly understand each verse before the next was given, and you didn’t learn a single fucking thing about wisdom and patience from that.
It’s like if we took the legend of Hercules and thought, ok, the moral of the story is to kill our wives. Like come the fuck on you have thousands of years of lessons to draw upon and not a single fucking one stuck bro how do you even manage that?!