struggles democratic thru 'n thru
Its democracy - the freedom at midnight has empowered us. We can say what we want, write what we feel and most importantly... we can opine! Perceive and process things 'our' way. Education provides us with the literatures and mathematics of life while life in itself is a slave in the hands of the end means - the engineering, the medicine, the law, the media etc... The means borne outta education that defines the locus of life - vicious cycle/circle, ironic! All doped with the liberals of democracy.... free will.
Talk of pain, talk of hardships, struggles... talk of battles, talk of 'life' and there'll be dreamy eyes, inspiring words, virtual scars, heart-burns.... there'll be a deluge of emotions, a treatise of examples, anecdotes and terra bytes worth of advice, 'un'adulterated gyan!! It’s like baptism by the fire. The soulful symphony, the touching interludes... all... all seem so precious, to them!!
Generalization! From the ideologies of/for vote bank politics to the "struggles" of their so-called "life"... from the rules of social recognition to the virtues of a married wo(e)-man & vices of all the married men, we live a democratic existence! Truth is universal. There is no right or wrong, there is no need to question! There is no basis defined before the trumpets beat, before their words overflow.
There is no need to quantify yourself, there is always space for the 'I' to park his/her ego and start a vanity fair. With time, the circus becomes a race where 'painful moments & learnings' are documented in colorful scrapbooks, made into catchy power points and woven into mellifluous scores... songs of life!!
There is no tax on expressions. There is no stratification. in the mighty stage shows, the minorities are bullied. The value, importance and sensitivity are lost. Life seems larger than "life" and this virtual reality, certified by the masses (classes?) is the biggest con of human existence. Devised by us, followed by us, without a stop-n-stare, without a rain check, a conscience.... without shame.
What is the credibility? What is the depth, the purpose of understanding? How much of grammar behind the composition? Where is the soul behind the decorative renderings? Democracy is a logic gate, the veritable AND operator that allows everything to cling on, hang on and suffice. Freeway drive.
So people say... eulogize and glorify their space and in collective appreciation, 'life' moves on. Life! The concept we all know blindfolded.
Life is not a cooperative credit society and struggles aint the premium/interest paid on.
The road show reality bytes seem to snowball into a sham. No one cares, there's no room for a collective. The policies and programs that we devise and implement are all unique.
In democracy, there are illusions, there are exclamations.... celebrations, of a life, that we deem to know, deem to have lived through.
We don’t have time. We don’t really care.... life, we really do not know, what it means beyond blue eyes, beyond the I's of the storm.
Talk of pain, talk of hardships, struggles... talk of battles, talk of 'life' and there'll be dreamy eyes, inspiring words, virtual scars, heart-burns.... there'll be a deluge of emotions, a treatise of examples, anecdotes and terra bytes worth of advice, 'un'adulterated gyan!! It’s like baptism by the fire. The soulful symphony, the touching interludes... all... all seem so precious, to them!!
Generalization! From the ideologies of/for vote bank politics to the "struggles" of their so-called "life"... from the rules of social recognition to the virtues of a married wo(e)-man & vices of all the married men, we live a democratic existence! Truth is universal. There is no right or wrong, there is no need to question! There is no basis defined before the trumpets beat, before their words overflow.
There is no need to quantify yourself, there is always space for the 'I' to park his/her ego and start a vanity fair. With time, the circus becomes a race where 'painful moments & learnings' are documented in colorful scrapbooks, made into catchy power points and woven into mellifluous scores... songs of life!!
There is no tax on expressions. There is no stratification. in the mighty stage shows, the minorities are bullied. The value, importance and sensitivity are lost. Life seems larger than "life" and this virtual reality, certified by the masses (classes?) is the biggest con of human existence. Devised by us, followed by us, without a stop-n-stare, without a rain check, a conscience.... without shame.
What is the credibility? What is the depth, the purpose of understanding? How much of grammar behind the composition? Where is the soul behind the decorative renderings? Democracy is a logic gate, the veritable AND operator that allows everything to cling on, hang on and suffice. Freeway drive.
So people say... eulogize and glorify their space and in collective appreciation, 'life' moves on. Life! The concept we all know blindfolded.
Life is not a cooperative credit society and struggles aint the premium/interest paid on.
The road show reality bytes seem to snowball into a sham. No one cares, there's no room for a collective. The policies and programs that we devise and implement are all unique.
In democracy, there are illusions, there are exclamations.... celebrations, of a life, that we deem to know, deem to have lived through.
We don’t have time. We don’t really care.... life, we really do not know, what it means beyond blue eyes, beyond the I's of the storm.
Labels: I... I the story has this stand alone vowel all over. looks so frail, looks so hungry but then I is democratic ma friend
posted by der Bergwind @ 3:11 AM
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