Kalki Kronicles 01.01.19

Seems to me that the fundamental concept of India and for that matter the notion of a secular and progressive nation is only a flawed reality.

What started as a benign experiment in 1947 borne of the inadvertent unification of a thousand states by a conquering colonizer has gone awry in every way possible.

Be it the rise of the ugly fascist and unholy fundamentalism or the ersatz purveyors of culture or language. Be it the rancid stench of all round corruption or the noxious fumes of corporate greed run amok. Everything points to the indelible fact of life not being as it seems.
A billion people and a million languages, customs, mores and petty causes have reduced the concept of nationhood to a blighted idea that never was. The more I see the less I get the raison d'etre for this country that never was, and never will be.

While we rest on self congratulatory platitudes built upon a dollar and a dream conceived of the greed of corporate nations, I can't help but wonder if all the recent "progress" and supposed achievement is a brief spike in the vital signs of a patient comatose in death"s throes... A last blip on the machine of life, before we disintegrate into war, hatred, greed, corruption, lust and strife.
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Kalki Kronicles 01.01.01

The search for love or the pursuit of happiness can often be a fruitless dream, a look so tender, then a moment so obfuscating. An instant of endless joy then a instance of unspeakable pain. One wonders if it exists at all in spirit or is it but a moment in time a phlogiston that materializes for a moment- a life and living so warm and giving... Only to end up leaving you empty and cold like an abandoned alleyway of a desert ghost town.
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