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April 17 On MediaOn Media Man is an empirical being, it recieves information, processes it and then produces an output. The soundness of his judgment or actions in directly propotional to the amount of information or knowledge he has. Adding to this, man has always been of an inquistive nature, wanting to know more about everything there is to know because knowling would help him in taking control of the situation. Prerogative to know is not only a cloth for man's insecurity but also a magnifisicant gown which makes him the king of his own life. This need to know has been a major driving force in man's advancements but what has been the real catylist is the need to share; because knowledge confined to one benifits only one but if shared benefits many. Moreever when shared, it never decreases but only increases. Judiciary, legislature and executive were the 3 tennets on which the base of the ancient civilization rested. As man progressed from one era to another, with the acquisition of more knowledge, science was given birth, to be precise rebirth. Armed with science man would conquer lands physically as well as mentally. Suddenly the world would become a smaller place. Science would give birth to numerous ways of connection. Now the knowledge wouldnt confine itself only to print ie books and manuscripts, but also other new new forms , thus having its electronic manifestation. Finally it would seem that all the action in the world would now unfold at his doorsteps. Sharing of information during the bygone times was a prerogative of a few, confining itself to powerful and elite. Moveever, the people had not discovered the world itself. Hence there was little interaction between the various information reservoirs of the world. Science's son technology would build pipes through which now the information would flow effectively and economically from one part of the globe to another; this is matter of few seconds, a far leap from those days of endless months at seas. Soon people would come to know what is happening at the other side of the world without leaving their own houses. Newspaper would give way to radio, only to be eaten up by televison; both the fishes unaware if a bigger fish, the internet. Sharing of this information namely perspective, tradations, happenings would have profound macro and micro effects on nations as well as individuals. While individuals would have the ideals of fair skin (fair n lovely), the nations would have their critiques on Iraq war. Hence, this state of increased mobility of information would give rise to a new estate, that which would be a progeny of modern age and a prerequisitie for a neo-modern age. Judiciary, legislature, executive, the 3 estates would belong to the authority, the 4 estate would belong to the masses. Furthermore, this 4th estate would be a medium through which the masses would keep a check on the authority, thus giving way to a better governance and ultimately at a micro level, a better quality of individual life. Hence now the civilization would rest on 4 tennets, this 4th tennet or estate wpuld be to the world, what eyes are to a human body. This medium or the 4th estate would be aptly called MEDIA. M. Shaahkar Siddiquee March 16 InertiaInertia
sky hurdling into a vast sky needing all the things which evoke the passion of being burnt to pieces with an orgasimc high, i stand here at the crossroads of my life thinking what all it has taken for me to realise my destiny. maybe i had to play with fire and get burned , this is my nature and i think i cant change it. i dont even want to change it , it is my essence, it is my life and sometimes you like those anomalies because they have the fire power to carry you far far into those unexplored territories of your being. it can be like that massive air current which has just now carried the glider miles ahead in matter of minutes after a long bout of inactivity.
the beauty of all this is the oscillitation of being into the territory of pain and pleasure, of extremes of all types, of things which reveal themselves as a result of this huge storm, which are new, pristine which have the power to make you feel like human , more than human and perhaps take you beyond your realms of your own definations for things which have stood tall and high for time and long which fall in the face of this catharsis and what stands in beautiful clear plain , ready to be built again, something new.
this inertia can be like those bone ratteling stroms which come with no warning and are over with as much annonimity yet those seconds have a huge bearing on the scheme of things for rest of your life.
March 15 on the 15th day of feb.15/02/08
what dwells in this abyss is a feeling not worthy being yet it entails the horror of seeing the putrefied self and hell of monsterous dwell, makes one embrace hate decides the trembling fate, of that feeling perched high and above, of the sylvian contours and musical moors how i can kill it with one slash , it amazes me can i let it die should it fazes me ?? kill is not the will of this heart, and it will not in any sense depart to the feelings which incite all these things which are not worth of being. as for the world, it will be ..
what is it ..
all i can do is make this feeling strong this feeling which says killing of any sort is wrong. On touching death and back2/3/8 on touching death and back risk is not everyone's cup of tea, often a times it becomes a sort of true litmus test for human beings. there are very few who can risk. there are even fewer who risk for the sake of risking. risk makes one think of the things which can be done when when life is still, more beautifully, as it gives credence to stillness and acts as a sort of a preference point for it. its with me too that this whole act of risk comes forth in a rather pronounced way. to tell you the truth my whole life is a risk as till now. from not being educated in a system, for crossing roads like its a videogame, from cycling for miles on busy roads. risk moves my faculties i can safely say, apart from other things as well. i will try to elucidate on what is it that is exactly that i like, i will attempt to point out the areas where i might find my answers, but mind you, never the answers. as answers are shooting stars, once they are there the other time they are not. i like the fact that in all these acts i am physically closer to Death. it gives me a strange high, maybe its high of being in control of my own life and destiny ?? yet it can be an illusion because anything might happen. its like crossing a busy road, .. the traffic is thick and fast, and you stand gaugeing the road , looking for one chink in the armour and there you see .. some distance ahead, there is a little gap which is coming your way .... now that is the moment ..and its fast your eyes see and brain assesses, if its a 4 lane road or 3 lane road will the road be empty at the point of crossing for that brief a second .. now that is an art ... but what is really bigger than that is acting on it .. which means your are giving credence to that finding of your brain unto your life. it means what your brain and eyes have spent doing in those 2 or 3 seconds who are ready to take action and so sure you are about your findings that you can even risk your life for it . (it holds true even when i am cycling) now cant it be foolhardiness too ?? what is foolhardiness anyway ? there is a definate distinction between risk and foolhardiness, though not of a degree but type . both are essentially the same things yet both the things are differenciated by one thing,.... thought. risk involves assessment, of thinking all the things which can be thought about, foolhardiness on the other hand is bereft of thinking in general. and jazz is when you have an amalgamation of both, those are the true moments of being, because you dont know the scheme of things which unravel in this impromptou revealings. its about death, of seeing and respecting it from close quarters. it often feels like a strange sort of feeling, of knowing your death should you cross your line. everyone of us encounters this thing but most of them are oblivious to it, and they take it for granted. our senses most of the times tell us covertly about things which might harm us. very few people act otherwise of acknowledging that feeling and acting against it but in consultation with it. (senses) different people risk in different manners, and its not to say mine is better than anyone or if other's way is not the right way. there s no right way .. but there s always a right feeling. the feeling which makes one feel like a human being, the feeling of triumph, the silence afterwards, it all about that. its a search, for that beauty which renders heavens worthless
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