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Blight of Social Commentary

Let me paint this visual for your eyes, It is a lazy laid back warm afternoon, the verandahs are still your only quinessntial medium of communication with world and people outside without stepping out of the comfort of your home. A glance from a verandah to another is an invitation in silence, it is a language of intimation with eyes. This weather draws families to this pod for every human is a social animal.Over tea or coffee with snacks, discussions brew within and outside the family and they ususally end there itself. They revolve around the upcoming world cup or the local elections, few people discuss markets and some pupils dilate at such whisperings. Mostly it is the gossip that survives a session, the potpurri of happenings around the society or sometimes the world is where the aroma of excitement never dies within one room but spreads from house to house. It was a time when thoughts had a very little chance in becoming a idea that grips a nation overnight.

Things have changed dramatically, technology whose purported meaning was to make life easier has now engaged societies, people or even nations at scales unimaginable. Every single thought now has the capabilitiy of become an idea. No matter good or bad or worse. With the means of communication at our fingertips, is the conscious movement of people driven by an idea tearing down the social constructs of “individualistic decisions and its sole consequences”? In simpler words, do we still have the capacity to originate an original idea and stand by it ? Or even better, do we have the time even to sit and gauge the idea that is being pushed down our throats? Can we like old times, sleep over a perception, or research over an idea? Is the entire construct of developing ideas and perception has been affected by the huge unavoidable influx of social commentary driven by humans drunk on an Idealogy?

In a time, where the definition of freedom is debated, can we debate the individualistic freedom of making self driven decisions? It is almost ironical that this is a social commentary, another idea pushed down by a social means but there is no end to this circle. I would sleep over this off, Its a weekend, let it be like that.

Shashank Bhardwaj


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Cloud

White patches on the sky blue
how you float I never knew
chased you as a kid long back ago
thinking how it feels to be like you

to simply float and drizzle away
to look beautiful all the day
I wish I was a cloud beautiful and new
would travel the world seeing every view

but then one day I saw you dark and full of thunders
it frightened me beyond all wonders
to see thunders pierce your heart apart
I vowed that day to never start.

Now I feel we all are clouds
drifting  away from the life blue
all wanting to drizzle around somehow
well me.. just want to enjoy the view

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Snow Man

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I have tried to find myself
sometimes in the mirror
or the lake
but failed every time

I met a stranger whenever
I tried.
One who is weak
Lost and Misled
but then came the winter
and thus snow

I came out and saw the heavenly whiteness
all around
I took a handful of it
formed balls and tread marks
and finally a snowman

staring at him for long
I felt like crying
I destroyed him and so did myself.

now there is no snowman outside
or inside
just remains the thin ice on the lake
which is going to make the world drown
if give a fucking chance.

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