Stifling Conservatism

This may offend friend and foe alike, but hey... at least I'm being honest...

It sometimes surprises me that people can be so out of touch with their own youth. I mean... I look around, and see myself surrounded by these pseudo-moral hypocrites. For them, the point is to raise issue, the issue itself.

I can understand family questioning my morals, or that of my friend's. Rather, I can understand them WANTING to question my friend's. The point is that a college lecturer (usually) takes no interest in your well being whatsoever, but is always there to gossip about your social life. The public will speak, because the public likes to and its too big for anyone to monitor. These academic jokers are a smaller group, but with power in hand. The unfairness of life hits you like the early morning stench of last night's dinner.

Seriously, stupidity is India's greatest resource. A friend remarked that if only stupidity was made a fuel, we'd have electricity to spare, and that it was unfortunate that we couldnt harness it. I riposted that she was wrong... Our entertainment industry has been running on that for a really long time.

But in conclusion, it is such people living in the 18th century who formulate rules that allow the torchbearers of the 21st century to grow. Without them, we would be using flashbulbs.

Rewind, Press Play, Unwi... Oh sorry thats not allowed.

Festember was here, actually happened, and is over. I'm pretty sure a lot of people here, not least my friends in the core, would be perfectly surprised. For one, it's a cultural festival. The cauldron of the dregs of morality, and what not. Next, there are those blasted corporates. Always hatching some weird, evil plan to take over the campus. Guess we have an oil field hidden away somewhere...

Seriously, the only word that comes to mind is IRRITATING. To be perfectly frank, thats the only word tat comes to mind and can go to press. Spending countless night outs, bunking classes, battling with an absolutely unhelpful, almost harmful admin and last, and maybe the least, losing cash on Dhabha dinners. All for a crazed midget with an oversized sense of responsibility caught in a time warp to pull down in an unreasonable fit of anger.

After a point of time, talk is cheap. We crossed that point a long time ago.

Yet, talk is cheap. But inaction is cheaper.

It's about Time...

Tick tock tick tock

Are you looking at the clock?

Are you wishing that the clock

Stops its slow, sure tick tock.

Where is She, the one behind it all?

The flakes of winter, the leaves of fall!

Where is She, the ruler of seasons?

The silent assayer of patience!

Will She reach out a slender hand

Help you realize, understand

The thread of time, fabric of the worlds

The soft, glittering, fine golden folds

Will She laugh and move slowly away

While you continue your futile stay?

Will the hourglass crack with a shiver

And sand trickle in a golden river

Will thus fate then shimmer and flow

With the its aura and mysterious glow

Where is She, the one behind it all?

The flakes of winter, the leaves of fall

Where is She, the cause of this rime

The queen of shadows, the Mistress of Time!

Sweet mistress, let me relive, rewind

Sit back, be kind, unwind