A New Language.

Times change, generations change, but some things never really change. Socially awkward people stay misfits and never find a place for themselves. That was the way the cookie crumbled in the past, and it still crumbles the same way today. Rock music was the voice of rebellion against the tried-and-tested-and-accepted social rules and norms. It was the revolution that questioned bureaucratic authorities. And then it became mainstream, like everything else. Today, calling one’s own self a ‘misfit’ is ‘coolness’. Everyone today goes by ‘I am what I am, Accept me for what I am’. Everyone today is a rebel. The rebel-rocker. The one who headbangs. The one who has tattoos and piercings. The one who is ‘different’ from all the rest. In this voice of rebellion, there are so many rebels , but sadly most of them hardly know what they are supposed to be standing up against, or sticking for. Joe Sat, and Jimmy Page, Kurt Cobain and Freddie Mercury… All the gigs… Learn to strum on your guitar. Dude, that makes you cool. And what, by the way, were these icons trying to get to become obsolete? Any idea, man? Oh how can you?? You are the rockstar, the misfit, the-oppressed miserable adolescent. You have enough issues on your own mind to pause and realize that even today the REAL MISFITS are lonely. They probably haven’t taken to your language, your way of life, which was initially claimed to be the refuge that could provide the weirdos with some shelter?? And not just rock-music. Everything that was niche yesterday is so cliché, so sold-out today. Even this note of disgust is very commonplace in its tone and pattern.

Hadn’t we found an umbrella under which every creature that had not found a safe home in the society could take shelter under?? Why does this umbrella act like the cell-membrane now? Only selectively permeable? Why do we still make faces and smirk at people who aren’t ‘normal’? Why are our minds still so constricted? Why do we cringe at our parents’ outdated beliefs and ideals when we ourselves are merely faking the liberal-mindedness? We are the generation that really wanted to be ‘ranged basanti’(liberated through the chastity and energy of saffron). We are the generation that was supposed to awaken. Weren’t we? Then why does the train still look ready to derail??

It’s time to find a new language of protest.A new language to convey the message that the REAL unusual,unconvential people have been through a lot of shit. A new language that will not hesitate to call a spade a spade and then shove it up the asses of the 'normal', 'cool' motherfuckers.A new language... Not blood, neither gore. Not flowers, nor colors. It needs to be something else, something never previously envisioned. Promise me my friends, you all shall be with me in this quest of seeking out this new device…

Till then, Happy Durga Pujo…
Let not your atheism come in the way of your celebrating this festival…