When Onion Uttapam was launched few months back, we wanted to bring back satire back in India. Lack of humor shows the moral degradation of any country and the amount of pessimism that has gripped a country. When we started it appeared that there was a lot to write about. This country provided lots of material for a person to make fun about and convey the wrongdoings to people. Here was ample material about politics, celebrities and sports to write about.

There is a Raj Thackerey everywhere trying to make a mark in politics. A Rakhi Sawant to brag about and a Mayawati to talk about. Every nook and corner of the country provided us with word-feeds to write about. We started and were penning down articles like anythings. Onionuttapam was our vehicle to vent our frustrations out and to show our literary skills. It was supposed to be our way of contributing to our country. But the old man amongst us failed to use his experience to warn us that the world doesn't run on ideals. Every dream starts with an ideal but it's speed is slowed down by the reality of the world and waits, driven by the same ideals for another moment to start writing again. A moment, that lies buried in the ruins that India has become.

This is a country which is a satire unto itself. We talk about this as India. Where is India ? People in North East don't consider themselves as part of India and desire independence. Up north, Kashmiris don't want to be part of Independent India. Sikhs have fought a unsuccessful war for Khalistan and we remain in fear of the war starting all over again. A huge chunk of Chattisgarh, Telangana, UP, Jharkhand and Orissa is not governed by Indian law. So where is the so called India?