Migrant turns Resident, A Poem

Times flies away
Such as shifting sands of time
We try to arrest the insatiable flow
Spaces linger, images turn memories
Memories reside as nostalgia
Come to life, as if summoned on call
The fate of the gulf migrant is such
the ‘Near-Abroad’, two hours from Mumbai
But, as far as eternity, once the passport controls are past
Hard to fit in to our passport homes
Where people see the migrants as portable ATM Machines
The government stops seeing us as remittance nodes
The NRI becomes, resident
Becomes pretty useless for the state, the relatives and the village
The once feted, becomes jobless and turns into a statistic
The Youth fades away as time
The migrant’s only home resides in photos on his Iphone
The image, becomes the emotional panacea


Lepore disrupts disruption

I have read the entire long read where Jill Lepore disrupts/punctures the disruption bubble based on some very serious analysis, including the MIT article which she cites, and I have read that too. The punch line is to not buy in to the myth of theorising without going in to the background data sets. Again, the tech crowd does not like to deep dive in to such non commercial activities and is caught in subscribing to theological matters rather than thought processes to innovate. The etymology of radical is root, think fundamentals as the long read posits. Thanks to FB where this post was initially on; on Twitter it would not have been possible to explain, brevity is post truth. New Yorker normally attracts the best liberal arts minds globally. Jill Lepore, a Harvard Don herself prefers to write her arguments in her narratives, unfamiliar to the tech crowd accustomed to heuristics.