The future of a Book is in the Blurb

The future of a Book is in the blurb.
-Marshall Macluhan

Source: From a 3rd party [work in progress].

A rally for what there is to believe in...

Do you know what it is that you believe?
Do you truly see?
Really understand?

Do you & I,
Do we have perspective?
Who knows truth, intention?

Or like most things in India,
I our understanding nothing but - a ball of rubber bands.
Minds entangled in the complexity of our Heart's Mind.

Rally, a movement or a mob
Rally, a movement that becomes a mob
Rally, a movement nurtured in the essential goodness of belief
Rally, misguided, misinterpreted, simply fcuk ed up. [French Connection UK]

Rally
Mob
Chaos
Infiltration
Violation
Personal Space - Invasion

Movements: A search for meaning
Movements: radical, people searching for something to believe in, to become a part of, Identity.
Riots: Rhymes of the Unheard. Rage Against the Machine
Trains, Glass Metal and Windows. Cancer. Scourge. Break. Hearts and Minds. Souls. Sentiment.

Ideology: People who say it, usually have to idea what they're talking about.
Disfigurement: Proof.

New Media Technology. Cellphones and Viral Marketing. Traditional Marketing. Sending a message. The world, a smaller place. Traditional Messaging, word of mouth. Cellphones.

Break
Brakes
Violence
Ensues
Destruction
Thrill
Fear

Batman says, a means to fight injustice, to turn fear onto the fearful.
Fear
of what?
The Mob?
Rape?
Murder?
Worse?

Every reason to find a gun.
Every reason to not raise kids.

Fear = Exit
Exit = Run
Run all. All of you. Scatter.
Run to the police, if you see them, runaway.
They watch. The Mob. The Cops. They just watch. Maybe they all join in. This is my country. All Indians are my Brothers and Sisters. But run.

News
Media
Coverage
Mikes
Newstime
Fame = Fifteen minutes
Infamy, a lifetime
To forget = Maybe in India, it is inherent to Forget

He who fails to remember the past is condemned to relive it.
- George Santayana

Contradiction
Paradox
Contradiction
Paradox

Belief equals Violence and in its own strangeness, Belief echos Non-violence. Neither are remembered. Only repeated. Through History. Do things change? Thats why we write. Writing = Hope as much as it = vain.

What is rationale?
Under what rock in our minds does rationale lie.
Did it break with the glass?
Was it the disfigurement?
Was lost in rape?
Who are we?
What are we?
Animals mostly don't see colors.
We see rainbows after the rain.
Where is joy?
In the rain?
Or did the flood wash reason away.

This is from a 3rd party. Its subject to interpretation.
The real story, I now begin to write.

www.writing4media.com

Road Trip

Here we are in the middle of nowhere
I've been here so many times, although I've never seen it before
But now that I have, I don't want to see no more

I'm off on a road trip to find something new
I should be back on Monday

Do I remember the way I felt when I read a particular book in the past
If I read it again, do I see how much I have changed? How do I find out?

strings of god

Somewhere in remote Madhya Pradesh.
God is everywhere.
If only.

If only.

I could play sitar.
I could emote as much.

broken

My tooth broke.
It was the apple.
Damn thing cost 25 bucks.
These are expensive times we live in.
Anyways, my tooth broke.
And I can’t tell mother about it.
Five years back she paid 6000 bucks to get it fixed.
She’s always doing things like that.
Sponsoring my repairs.
6000 bucks.
That’s 240 times more than what it took to undo.
I am not going to fix it again.
To hell with expensive repairing.
Till death with broken tooth.
The weekends will be tough, though.
How will I socialize?
Who will I socialize with?
How cool is broken.tooth@gmail.com?
I learnt something last weekend.
Not having your own vehicle hurts.
Especially, when you have to ask for a ride.
And don’t get it.
Everyone else seems so mature.
They advise you grow up.
Responsible, mature, nauseating adults.
Pretentious, revolting lives.
Their monotonous chatter is a burden.
I’d rather get bored alone.
In silence.
But it’s too late to back off.
Too many explanations to give.
Too many questions will be asked.
I will be advised to grow up again.
So, I swallow my nausea.
And socialize.
And drink.
Round after round.
And smoke.
And drown all sensations.
But on Monday morning, I discover again.
Life is in a mess.