Am I in a lost generation??
It’s as if I suddenly woke up from my profound sleep and the world turned on its head. Everything looked different and everything meant different. Have I slept so much that I have slipped into a past generation??
Every time I try to update myself to state-of-the-art generation a new one pops up as if mocking my efforts. Sometimes it feels as if I am sitting in a bowl of bursting popcorn's and being atomosophobic. Forestalling every burst as the last one to pacify my phobia, one more corn jumps up in the air to jeer at me.
Don’t you think the generation we are living in has jotted down every budding situation in this world and there are four to five pre-empt, over-hyped reactions to it. Already sorted out feelings have taken the place of spontaneous reactions. Being diplomatic is the latest fashion and stating the truth is considered acidic.
Who the hell avowed that the new Indian generation does not want to join politics?? Well the fact of the matter is that the new generation is apt for politics as it strives on being politically correct. Who needs truth these days; the thing that works better is well garnished diplomacy. The people now indulge in circumlocution rather than being straight forward, the talks are so loosely hanging that one just can’t make out to which end they point out. Risk aversion and safety first make up the boundaries of the cocoon from which the words slothfully peep out.
We say we are more erudite bunch of people now, I say we are more idiotic these days. Having no certainty in thoughts is intelligence, being ostentatious is considered trendy, hardworking means frustrated one; simplicity is being hackneyed or trite. Actually there is something wrong that has transpired into our minds. Today being insensitive to emotions is professionalism, buttering up is being a loyalist; the one who shits and giggles is the one who has guts.
With a distinct ability to puff up every boring thing into a happy go yappy thing, we have finally killed the precision of our inner feelings, though being immortal they still try to burst up the bubble in which there are still in captivity from tip to toe.
Earlier going out was really going out, not going to a mall and again being cavern or being in. I hope out becomes out for a second time. I wish I sleep all over again and when I wake up simplicity prevails, where words are exactly what they mean, where things are unerringly as they look, where meanings are singular yet another time, where feelings become butterfly once more from a shackled, cocooned caterpillar.
I just wish truth remain truth over years and we never feel shy saying it...Being diplomatic and giving truth a bloodbath is being a criminal...DONT BE ONE!!