If Google were a prophet...
If Google be imagined as a new prophet, the “auto-complete” feature it possess offer glimpses into the minds of people in a geography. That is why, often times, I tinker around with it to figure what are people in my part of the world be thinking of.
By way example:
On typing, “What does my”, the search engine offers to complete the sentence with options such as
name mean
dream mean
g mean
day look like
kundalini say about me
I had to look up Google to figure “g” is short in texting lingo for “Gangsta” and is used much in urban India. But who asks a search engine what does their day look like or what does their kundalini mean?
On attempting “Why am I”, auto-complete offeres insights into the many kinds of angst.
still single
always sleepy
a Hindu
not losing weight
&
gaining weight
… emerge as questions playing the minds of most people.
Indian men sound dim-witted. Perhaps that explains their questions such as “Why do women”;
Get period
Wear bras
Wear panties
Have periods
Show cleavage
If men are dim-witted, the women sound floozy as well. Perspective comes by way the questions they ask. Such as, “Why do men”
Marry
Get angry
Have beards
Snore
I never imagined “snoring” could be be cause for marital discord or sexual incompatibility.
Having impregenated a woman, married men sound incompetent. Why else may they look up Google to find out “Is my wife”
pregnant
cheating on me test
interested in another man
a narcissist
As for women, they sound either angry or lonely. Perhaps, that puts into perspective questions such as “Is my husband”
nephew my mahram
attracted to me
having an affair
asexual
Mahram, incidentally, is Urdu for a close friend with whom a woman can move and talk closely with like she would with her husband, father or brother.
It has become the go-to place for most people to ask questions of all kinds that they not ask of other humans. Perhaps, it has much to do with that us humans are afraid of being perceived of as frail and seek refuge in anonymity — an illusion Google confers conveniently.
What I suspect is on display, is heart breaking human naivete.