musings
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Moving on in age of infinite memory
Sounds strange, I know. We live in the age of digital noise and e-cacophony. Surrounded by blinding lights, inane reels, and distracting memes. Everyone, including me, is fighting for the attention of the vast sea known as “people on the internet.” A nameless, faceless group made up of infinite finite lives. At this age, I… Continue reading
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Time Travel
We’ve all heard of it, we’ve all thought about it too. Time travel is the bread and butter of the daydreamers. It’s very common in pop culture. You can ask people where do they wanna time travel to, and the answer they give could tell you a lot about them. Now, if you were to… Continue reading
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श्याम परिंदा
आसमान अब सुना है पंछियों का शोर नहीं पंछियों के परो की दी जा रही बलि कही एक राजा है इस देश का निर्दयी और मायावी भी खा जाता परिंदों को उनके पर आते ही प्रजा भी निर्मम है कहाँ राजा से कम है परिंदो को पकड़ लाती परिंदो की दुश्मन है … Continue reading
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Purpose of art
If you are any kind of artist, and I’m pretty sure you are because in a way everyone is, then I’m sure someone on some dreaded day has inquired about the purpose of your art. Uncle’s dreaded “ Ye sab theek hai par karoge kya iska?”. My first thought usually is, “Kuch bhi karu, tumko… Continue reading
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धुआँ
एक धुआँ उठ रहा हैजो दम घोटता हैजिसमे साँस नहीं आतीऔर जिस्म जल रहा है निर्मम निराशा का धुआँजो आसमान घेरता हैये धुआँ किसी इन्सान कीजलती रूह से उठा है सत्ता के दंभ में कोईइस धुएँ की आग कोनिर्दयी स्वार्थ सेफिर हवा कर रहा है सिर्फ एक रूह नहींजो जल रही हैहर चौराहे मेंजलती रूह… Continue reading
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Family, Political correctness, and Plato
Delhi ki Hawa lag Gayi hai … My relatives have said that to me every time I’ve been back home. I’m sure yours have too, or some other variant of it. And the context is always the same. Some uncle or aunt would say something extremely problematic, throwing all political correctness out of… Continue reading
About Me
I’m a guy in a strange place writing an infrequent blog. I speak with little to no expertise on everything. What I write comes from my lived experience and that’s all there is to it. This is a blog maintained with v low effort and purely for my joy
Boy in a strange city 