- Hey, let's go have some fun
. Fuck You
- Hey, let's work on our dream
. Fuck You
- Hey, let's bring about transformational shifts in our lives
. Fuck You
- Hey, let's create something beautiful
. Fuck You
- That was great, now, my turn
. Yeah, ok
. So, want ro go fuck around with reality?
- Aaaarrrggh
This couplet is by a friend
"Inn bigade hue dimaagon mein khushiyon ke lacche hai
Hume pagal hi rehne do, hum pagal hi acche hai"
That reminds me of a one by Kazmi
"Apni hi dhun mein rehta hoon
Main bhi tere jaise hoon"
Fraakaa freezum koilima
Keng pushnita naifistu ola gigam
laramoskiri poro naikom
eegam taansufam hube dyoob
big and tiny blobs of
scaaarlet
floats by a smug face
that trudges alone in space.
sooooeeeesaaaaide
On the local train, while on my way from work, I was standing behind a man at the doorway. He was fiddling around with his mobile phone and I found myself, repeatedly, staring at his mobile screen. There wasn't any salacious SMS to be read or anything else that might interest me. It just seems that any screen in my field of vision, with its hundreds of thousands of flickering pixels, has the ability to hold my gaze, even if it is for a little while. I guess it is time to start defining screen time by the hour and make a conscious effort to cut down the time I spend washed in the warm white glow of one. I could also restrict the number of screens I expose myself to and also the hours I will spend looking into one. Maybe I'll go with a policy of three screens on a weekday (the work computer, my mobile, and the home computer or television or a cinema screen), not exceeding 12 hours a day, and two screens on weekends, for less than 6 hours a day. Let us see how this goes.
While we debate our 'constitutional rights and freedom', which always exist within 'reasonable restrictions', in the light of the latest attempt by the government to 'screen' and 'take down' material generated and published by users and groups on the Internet (social publishing platforms, to be precise), it is interesting to read the following passage.
"Political rights do not originate in parliaments; they are, rather, forced upon parliaments from without. And even their enactment into law has for a long time been no guarantee of their security. Just as the employers always try to nullify every concession they had made to labor as soon as opportunity offered, as soon as any signs of weakness were observable in the workers' organizations, so governments also are always inclined to restrict or to abrogate completely rights and freedoms that have been achieved if they imagine that the people will put up no resistance. Even in those countries where such things as freedom of the press, right of assembly, right of combination, and the like have long existed, governments are constantly trying to restrict those rights or to reinterpret them by juridical hair-splitting. Political rights do not exist because they have been legally set down on a piece of paper, but only when they have become the ingrown habit of a people, and when any attempt to impair them will meet with the violent resistance of the populace . Where this is not the case, there is no help in any parliamentary Opposition or any Platonic appeals to the constitution." — Rudolf Rocker, Anarcho-Syndicalism: Theory & Practice, 1947
What I feel earnestly about and will be found acting on
- The environment and ecology
- Socio-economic theories, the existing conditions around us and their impact
- Music and Movies (I'm not sure if I can be an effective creator here)
- Information freedom and decentralization of media
- Disruptive models in information 'ownership' and dispersion
- New models of power production, management and distribution
- Sustainable living
- Writing (Fiction and non-fiction, poetry, scripts etc)
- History
- Travel
- Books (reading, collecting and gifting)
- Philosophies
I hope to rebuild using these blocks.
. You don't feeling like talking to me nowadays, do you?
- No
. Y U NO FEEL LIKE TALKING TO ME??
- because of that
. Ok
[silence for a w h i l e]
- Will you stop asking me that question again and again
. Yes, but I feel insignificant, I feel the need to know why you stopped
- Insignificant? You are a dot
. There is more to me
- Then let everyone see that more instead of you venting your angst
Something should gnaw at this ugly, rigid edifice and break it down with a big, nasty crash and when the dust settles you will see the pasture from where ideas and stories and other such forgotten things will sprout. They could be blue, square, irreverent, incorrect, baroque, transformative, factual. They will all be tedious in parts, especially the middle. The end, however, shall always be a rousing triumph, inspiring even. They will be 'tweeted', 'liked', shared and 'plussed', at least once, but they must not be 'tweets', 'likes', 'shares' and 'pluses'. Brevity is great when time is running out (or when you run out of analogies) but not here.
Inspite of all it machinations, 'The It' spews out character limited ideas and thoughts. The something that must gnaw at it has been summoned. If you listen carefully you can hear the sound of a chisel tapping away, or maybe they are just muffled keystrokes from a rather rigid keyboard; either way the end of inertia is near. A pity that it can't save itself by running away.
