Square Rebellion - Breaking out of box!!!

 In the not-so-distant future, our dear India underwent a quirky transformation that left everyone scratching their square heads. No more were we the land of chai-walas and diverse cultures; we were all squared away – quite literally!

The powers-that-be, in their infinite wisdom, decided to streamline everything, and by everything, I mean people. They introduced a groundbreaking system where every citizen was turned into a perfect square block. Yes, forget about round pegs; we were all square pegs now. Efficiency, they claimed!

Our homes turned into honeybee apartments. Picture stepping into a giant beehive every morning – quite the buzz! The friend who used to be my flatmate became the neighbor on my right, and the aunty from across the hall was now part of the hive too. We'd nod our square heads at each other in silent acknowledgment of our shared existence.

And then there were the trains. Oh, the trains! No more awkward jostling for space; we were slotted into these modular train cars like Tetris pieces. One by one, we'd click into place, forming a human mosaic that would make even the most seasoned Tetris champion proud.

Office, once a place for banter and chai breaks, became an expansive beehive of its own. Desks were gone, replaced by a perfectly ordered grid of square blocks. The boss, who used to be a bit of a circle in a square world, now fit snugly with the rest of us. Meetings were like synchronized dance routines – every move planned, every step calculated. If only we had points for style!

Despite the apparent order, the spirit of rebellion simmered beneath the surface. A bunch of us, the misfits, decided to rebel against the tyranny of the squares. We started painting our square bodies with funky colors, like rebellious graffiti in a world of monotony. We'd meet in secret corners of the beehive apartments, sharing stories of the good ol' days when we were more than just shapes.

Our battle cry? "Say no to being boxed in!" Of course, it sounded better without any jargon.

The architects in charge were baffled – who knew squares could have so much sass? But as our movement gained momentum, they faced a square-off between their grand plan and our desire for a little chaos.

In the end, our rebellion sparked a change. Slowly but surely, the squares started to soften. People were allowed to be a bit round again, and the honeybee apartments became a little less regimented. We were still squares, but at least we had some room to stretch our edges.

And so, in this grand experiment of squares and rebellion, India found a new balance. We learned that life is a little more vibrant when you're not afraid to break out of the box – or should I say square?