Thursday, April 15, 2010

So what have you found...

I got it for free. So what did you buy? Why do you want to know? Very true, my mistake. In these times when a bloody head with a berret comes for free with anything, who wants to know what you are paying for? It also got a star on the berret! Increase the volume of the rock music man! What is revolution? Get lost, we want that head. In my wrist band, pant, t-shirt etc..Tell me "...are you in these revolutionary things or not?" Searched the web with the word "free". There were no result with only this word. The word always came accompanied by other words. I think the only place where we can find a plentiful use of this word is in shopping malls. So from when did it become a commodity?

Our pavements got decorated with hour glass shaped concrete pieces. Now you can urinate with style standing on them on the vertical walls. It is raining with money man. You can also find poetry in there. In those pavements with tree shadows and yellow lamp post lights. What the fuck are you up to man? There is a centrally AC complex with girls in dresses which reveal more than what they hide! There are chilled beers. Well can we have wine, woman and biscuits there? Come on you piece of shit, from where did you get that biscuit? It doesn't match. Well i thought you were not looking for poetry.

A woman was telling (probably) her son...he will come back, when you will behave well, when you will etc etc.. The little boy was crying with both his eyes and nose. Who will come back? What is lost? You, me or is it the little stupid boy? The rain will never come, you can cry your eyes out. But you can have coca-cola in one hand and cigarette in another. Come on, why leave behind the mp3 player inside the ears? Yeah, right. A small store on this side of the road don't have electricity. But the shop owner have a couple of beautiful kids. They distinguish between Filter Wills and Flake smoothly and handles the buyers but the little boy was having problem distinguishing between "A" and "B" while writing in his exercise book. How small is the boy, his father should be put to jail! Keeping a boy that small in his shop when he went to urinate! Why does these in betweens even exist! I saw them in both the roles. Why dont you have electricity, its pretty hot? It requires license. I talk with my customers in the tone of respect and some people keep on coming back to my shop. I dont wish for more. Why do I need the glitters? Poor looser. You can sit in the nearby bench while you take a puff. The shop owner is ill, so he is not opening that shop. The electricity control box is there. I noticed a blade placed on that box. For some days now the blade is there. Maybe you will slit your wrist when you wont be able to resist the temptation of pirated electricity. For these people the voice in the head is louder than the devil outside.

Sale. Oh how beautiful is the art! Before bringing the new thing home it becomes old. My father said once wait son, a better thing will come soon and then you will again crave for that. So make your wishes cleverly. Tell him to go to sleep, he is old. The money, you earn that much? Who told you that, why do you think my father saved up all the money? He is going to die soon and wont be able to spend all of them now. See I am a noble son! Come on I bought him his ration for this month from my money! The days are marked nowadays. Today play only bengali songs, today wear only saree and panjabi, today kiss one and all etc.. The days come with names. Why play with the devil? Give him your soul. Are you using it? Where do we stop friend? Lets go on mate...

1 comment:

Unknown said...

the first paragraph speaks about commoditising the icon which revolted against something whose subpart his face has become - consumerising revolt. From there on continues a paradoxical monologue with lines like open blade to slit the wrist rather than give in to temptaion of piracy making up the occasional flashes of insight