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Being blasé and so heartless..

Why are we so blasé today? Everyone of us. This whole pathetic generation of ours. The first doubt we ask after seeing Auswitchz photographs is about the veracity of the incident itself. Then we ponder over the scientific achievements that the genocide affected.

And then, we eagerly lap up stupid Feng Shui Crap without as much a voice of curious doubt. No voice of reason, but only senseless submission. The examples are endless. I thought, MICA of all places, would have people harbouring some kind of stupid dreams and passions. But the tragedies continue here as well, we all are very 'rational' creatures. We don't like to 'believe' in anything that demands thinking and individuality.

I wonder why are we so conformist towards certain issues, that need to be challenged before they establish themselves into mainstream. Why are we always in a third person mode, dissecting issues as if they don't affect us and negating the very act of questioning with utmost zeal. We just don't want to be responsible for anything.

Why cant we empathize. Why dissect issues without passion, and least reason. Why are we proud to be ignorant? This really pisses me off. We firstly took the joke far with the 'genocidal quotient'. If you don't know shit, then you listen. Not crib about the other being too bombastic. Then about the comm. Studies classes.. The issues Matthew sir discussed were so pertinent and relevant. Here too, we just don't want to listen.

We need to change. We need a change.




Comments

TanZ said…
it's not all that bad u know... there still are some ppl who question and dream and feel... u being one of them :-)
TanZ said…
it's not all that bad u know... there still are some ppl who question and dream and feel... u being one of them :-)

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