writing
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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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Emotional Consequence of Broadcast Television
Television made its place in almost every Indian middle-class household by the 2000s. Two decades later, it now seems somewhat obsolete to people in their 20s, something that has outlived its purpose. TV has descended into the amalgamated madness of screaming panellists and anchors. Mixed with comedy shows which rest on “Wife bad, Husband good”… Continue reading
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Dying stars
In 6th standard Our science teacher Told us about the fate of stars. He told us it takes years For the light of stars To reach us, where we are. And when we see a star shine It’s been dead all along It’s an absurd thing To teach a kid that The star he wished… 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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To north campus, with love.
A few days back, I went to my hostel to pick up my notes. When I was in my hostel room frantically packing notes, something dawned on me. The next time I’m in this room, It’ll be to pack up my stuff and leave for good. It was a parting that I always knew would… Continue reading
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कच्चे बगीचे
शहर शहर अब ढूंढ रही है एक कच्चा बगीचा कच्चे बगीचों का किन्तु कोई शहर न होगा मधुबन मधुबन फिरती है एक मासूम तितली लथपथ खुद को करती अब हर मधुबन रूठा चलते चलते आ गयी इस लोहे के जंगल नन्ही सी तितली का अब मेला छूटा डगर डगर बस दर्द मिला… 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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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
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Moving on
Piledriver Waltz plays in the background and the part when Alex Turner goes “You look like you’ve been for breakfast at the heartbreak hotel”, has been echoing in your mind for a while. You think of all the relationships that ended badly and you pick one from which you’re yet to move on. It’s frustrating… Continue reading
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Small-town romance and its many problems
I’m pretty sure you’ve witnessed some sort of small-town romance by now, either by being in one or seeing one in movies like Masaan. And by the way, if you haven’t watched Masaan, you should. Small town romances are quaint and subtle – lost forever in the last pages of notebooks or carved into immortality… 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