The middle of the bell curve Is un aspirational territory 

Defines the tenant of the space 

As terrifically mundane 

But there is a precise, certain leeway space

No burden of expectations

The delicious prospect of mediocrity 

Excellence is coupled to the market 

Mediocrity is socially constructed 

The nuances are a lot more liberal

Poetry comes from a certain brokenness A rejection, a hurt

Rarely from celebration 

Rather poetry are words

Seeping through cracks of a soul

Waiting for day break 

Shedding the gloom 

Through words

A certain catharsis 

Experiences get double distilled 

Into the world of words

The lifeworld of intellect

Simply does not satiate

The mirror of the soul

In the deafening chaosWhere money rules 

The lowest common denominator wins

Value of a person his transacted

In a social community 

Called the market

The chess game has its rules 

Mirrors life itself

But rules are a reduction 

People are not stereotypes or caricatures

Rather beautifully full 

And money is not exact of it’s worth and valuations

War for the Planet of Apes, is a moral visual enterprise with a voice which speaks for the times we live in. A script which lauds the underdog, but complicates the idea of war more than a binary which plays to the gallery. A film which is rich in resistance imagery, has a Schindler-esque feel which concentration camps and a white majoratarian edge to it with heavy chanting to the supreme leader, who is obviously fashioned as a leader of a violent militia, with a value laden end, making the ideological frameworks of both parties, the subdued apes and humans look novel on their own independent trajectories. War is rather messed up. The movie questions the value of war, violence, redemption, resistance in a gripping script where top notch performances anchor the two hour plus long movie. The CG and the background scores are the heroes of a political story wrapped around as a superhero film, much deeper than what meets the eye. Glorious social justice watch, entertaining to the brim. Must watch. Many thanks to Jiya for suggesting this picture. 
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Dreams do have a price Aspirations, Energy, Motivations
Multiple synonyms 

Value dense

Societies and relationships are transactions

What is the Gross Merchandise Value

For your teenage dream on Amazon

Yes, it has a meagre value

That, life becomes void 

And survival is the name of the game

When dreams fadeResolves converge 

Fire comes along

New images flicker

Life is a tapestry of hues and colors 
We exist at different frequencies 

Just to navigate the spectrum 

Life is not a theoretical ‘zero loss’ scenario 

As masterfully theorised by Mr. Sibal

Also a poet, by the way

We resonate at one node

Cancel out the noise at the other

As Suzanna says, like India

People too exist in various centuries at the same time

Life is a delicious chaos

The messier, the more interesting it gets

Streamlining is deflecting the noise

Sometimes noise as life itself is unorthodox symphony

Creative Destruction, so romantic 
Discourse dominating 

Almost a cottage industry in management literature 

Reality is, less subtle 

Destruction is painful

Livelihoods snatched away

Old way of live, evaporates

The residues, do not get media spotlight 

Academic jargon sterilises pain 

And destruction is celebrated 

Creative Destruction is operative term for jobs lost

In software, due to automation 

Evolution is social, with a cost

Lives on the line

Inconvenient truths, swished away under the carpet 

And blame it on Schumpeter

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.