The time of great floods & wars,
Or lands divulging the fissures;
When storms the billboards amour,
Then, Distractions are treasures.
The time of great floods & wars,
Or lands divulging the fissures;
When storms the billboards amour,
Then, Distractions are treasures.
The Meities & Kukis communities’ should understand that if their fight is merely restricted to Reservation (as per the mainstream) for their next generation (for a policy that only exists in India & nowhere else in the World, & wherein the ‘loving & caring’ USA’s Supreme Court also rejected it, and so as the Commies of China too would never accept); then on a Global level, such arguments would face resistance! And what today’s liberal-leftists Indians (politicians or journalists or legal eagles) supported in India, be it JAUH, Anti-UCC, Reservation etc.;
Less into Inventions, and More consumed into this social media & mainstream pretentious baloney; that summarizes the evolution & dilemma of Indian Startups. And what’s missing in the Indian Startups is the foundational root level hard-core inventions, originations, creations, upgradations. How’s Ola different from Uber or DiDi? Or Swiggy/Zomato from DoorDash? Or Phonepe/Paytm from GPay? Or Koo from Twitter/Facebook? Or what’s the significance of these Matrimony Web Portals? How's BYJU's
When I leaf through print or digital mainstream, and the views/interviews of women & especially liberal/leftists in politics or cinema or journalism, who keep using the statement that ‘they individually are victims of being women,’; then I always check theirs’ past few decades as why they being complaining of being victims; but, somehow, many amongst them were/are well-pampered / well-settled / well-protected / well-liberated; yet, keep re-iterating statements alike of being victims of being women. Were/Are they truly?
Eminence
isn’t in exerting on next syllable,
Or
in metrical in rhythm that is(n’t) rhyme;
With
‘I’m’, & not ‘ iambic’ sagacity, be filled,
Where ain’t meters covered by feet too; lines.
Of
all herein the life forms,
Organic
is what only evolved;
Yet,
seek to tame the unknown, rest,
With edicts that limit their quests’.
Merely
in the name of love all and love wins,
Merely
to persist as, us were forever united;
Merely
in the name of the equity or equality,
Merely for some dynasties to stay as lighted.
Whose
one half of the soul conceived the dynamite,
Another
sought peace in quest for any nob(e)l(e);
Whose
one half realized fi(us)sion to color the sky,
To capture descend of melted gold sheathing flesh in open.
The
four phases of living the lives,
Each
filled with its own pleasures;
Skip
one, it gets subdued in another,
Mortal cycle delineate such treasures.