More than just a mere imageLoaded with Meaning

Nostalgia saturates the senses

Where precious years were lived

Time is not my best friend 

When regional film song shoots happen overseas with bystanders overseas curiously observing the exotic nature, it exemplifies the global served for the vernacular audiences in small town India. Globalisation comes in weird shades.

In the act of translation, the literary translator lends his/her spirit to the text, many a time transforming the mechanics of the text to be accessible to a different cultural legacy. In that case, the translation is a ‘superior’ work of literary art, isn’t it? 
The base text is often rudimentary.

Checking privileges comes throughShattering Egos

Ittjehad

Not the easiest 

When life is a sledgehammer 

Not forgiving 

Privileges turns into informal 

Clandestine Social Security 

Reflecting is meditation 

Hardly any time in this turbocharged digital world

But undercutting privileges 

Is to be human

This act of scribbling 

Is a reflection of privileges too

We don’t miss places/spaces

Rather the opportunities with it

Coordinates are spaces

Geotagged or not 

Where lives are lived

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