Drove around in the streets of old Delhi- another unsuccessful attempt to fill emptiness with crowd. Strange, in a city which increases its population by 50% every 10 years, every new arrival only adds to more anonymity. Drove my way back through the deserted roads of Lutyens’ Delhi back to my dingy room again, I could not find any known stranger. I have never even seen my girl friends after breaking up. The sea of people drowns everyone once you are not in touch and it seems weird when people discuss how the information age has shrunk the world.
The impending arrival of another year means additional interaction to fellow humans to bid farewell to 2010, more alcohol and more futile bullshitting, fake laughter and more antic jokes. My schedule is packed 29- Uni, 30-rohini, 31-saket, 1-noida and I will be tweeting around my dead body on Sunday. I am not developing any new theory against Plato’s social man but this routine for me has extended for years and I am exhausted and bored with myself.
Perhaps this is how bachelors live in the city, where it’s a rage to curse everything and pass judgements. At some stage it’s difficult to differentiate genuine knowledge from show off and I am also no different.
Although I am no psychologist but I presume that its loneliness that makes us do all these little experiments or may be its mass hysteria because in these changing times where our society and its morals are getting reshaped most of us are confused deciding what is moral behavior and what’s not.
Someone once told me about a book about some American of the early 60s. The sudden wealth had brought economic freedom and hence broke several boundaries caused by economic dependence on parents and spouse. Suddenly there was equality and it meant blurred lines of personal identity because most of the people suddenly started belonging to the same class. Our character didn’t wore flowers or sat with abbie Hoffman in one of his protests, he simply started wearing red hat--- so he was also different in his own ways, unfortunate for him the red hat movement didn’t pick up that well.
Perhaps in this new equality wave and economic independence after liberalization which has forced us in finding our identity and this narcissist blog is also one example.
The impending arrival of another year means additional interaction to fellow humans to bid farewell to 2010, more alcohol and more futile bullshitting, fake laughter and more antic jokes. My schedule is packed 29- Uni, 30-rohini, 31-saket, 1-noida and I will be tweeting around my dead body on Sunday. I am not developing any new theory against Plato’s social man but this routine for me has extended for years and I am exhausted and bored with myself.
Perhaps this is how bachelors live in the city, where it’s a rage to curse everything and pass judgements. At some stage it’s difficult to differentiate genuine knowledge from show off and I am also no different.
Although I am no psychologist but I presume that its loneliness that makes us do all these little experiments or may be its mass hysteria because in these changing times where our society and its morals are getting reshaped most of us are confused deciding what is moral behavior and what’s not.
Someone once told me about a book about some American of the early 60s. The sudden wealth had brought economic freedom and hence broke several boundaries caused by economic dependence on parents and spouse. Suddenly there was equality and it meant blurred lines of personal identity because most of the people suddenly started belonging to the same class. Our character didn’t wore flowers or sat with abbie Hoffman in one of his protests, he simply started wearing red hat--- so he was also different in his own ways, unfortunate for him the red hat movement didn’t pick up that well.
Perhaps in this new equality wave and economic independence after liberalization which has forced us in finding our identity and this narcissist blog is also one example.
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