A Lesson on Human Society
Chapter: Human Society
It’s not that hard to define. Very simple.
It’s the same complex food chain effect found in nature.
… Butterfly being eaten by frog Frog being eaten by snake Snake being eaten by vulture …
In order that all those who are to be saved need these bloody rule of elimination badly.
Activity:
Now draw a picture based on the above scene. You just need to replace the animals by various social classes, genders, cultures, religions, sects, bands, groups, political organizations such as governments, NGOs, Anarchists, Communists, Capitalists, Post Modernists, Artists, Naxalites, Corporate, Mafia, Management Guru, Marketing Consultants, Laymen, etc, etc, etc.
And when you finish drawing, colour the figures carefully.
Bankrupt Minds
Streets are
Moving
With
Moving cars
They too
Want to run
Run and win
Smokes
Coming out of chimneys
Disappear
And are seen again
Sky is not the limit for
The sky itself
In fact
Limit is something like
Godot
You wait in vain
Always
Everybody has to
Participate in
Cruel race
Of survival
If you stumble somewhere
Rests are bound to
Run past your body
Making you
Injured
And notorious enemy
Of game
Life is a game
With rules
To be broken
Each moment
You can win
You can lose
But
You can never leave
Black Hole Song
We said-
Let there be light!
And there was
Darkness everywhere
Light
Is a mask
Wore by worn darkness
This light alike light
Sheds light
On our dark existence
On the dark limb of
Milky Way
It’s our face
That
Sheds light
On our dark backs
In a hanged over morn
Universe brushing its teeth
With the paste of motion
Sees its drowsy face
On the glass
Painted by our blood
Hip-Hop ghosts of
Stars
Sing eerie songs
From within
Black Holes
Holed inside
Walls of complexes
Civilized Robot dances
With despaired heart
With all time silent cat
Of time-space
Robot knows
What is
‘Machinism’,
And how to pay respect to and
How to love it?
Machine
Loves us
We use them
And get used to them
Gradually
We become machine
Welcome!
Welcome my son!
Welcome to machine!
A Real He
He grabbed
The dust of
Primitive thoughts
With his
Blissful Techno-Palm.
He wanders
Gloomily
On that
Rush and aloof
Post-Modern road.
Time chews
Sour bubble gum
of Winds of Change,
F-r-a-g-m-e-n-t-e-d.
Blood drops from
Hypnotized eyes
Just as a song
Drops in
s-i-l-e-n-c-e.
His orphan dreams
Drag his future
On global market floor.
He walks.
He eats.
He drinks.
He runs.
He falls.
He flies.
He dies.
Inside a simulated
Audio-Visual lab
A student of class three
Was asking
A question
To her virtual guru-
Did he become the ‘He’
Which he wanted to be?
-A real He.
