Musings by Taniya

One day, as our fathers, forefathers and mothers kept renouncing the generational gap, somebody woke up and chose violence. He/ she decided that it's high time we acknowledge and label different generations, hence the "" millennials "" came to be. A sad lost and hopeless generation, stuck between the past and present, analog and digital, artificial and organic, duty and love, wokeness and traditional. We have seen a lot of changes around but not within us. We saw food shift from natural homegrown to artificial and chemical laden. Now we search for overpriced, chemical-free and organic sustenance. We moved from rearing cattle with our parents to becoming lactose intolerant as we age. From postcards and letters we slowly came to perfunctory statuses and WhatsApp messages. From sleeping on chatai on rooftops with cousins in summers, we moved to air-conditioned isolation chambers. We spent our vacations playing on the roads and gullies with friends and cousins. No...

I am who I am!!!! I am my own with power over my choice I craft my destiny and make my life rules  I have my beliefs by which I live my life. I am who I am But you should be who I like you to be.... How dare you raise your voice! How dare you question me! How dare you walk the path unknown! How dare you stray from the path I decreed as your destiny!  How dare you believe you have a choice! How dare you believe you can think, speak or question!!! I am who I am  But do I really know what I am?  As days, nights and seasons pass I wilt and wait forever for the right moment,  when fate and luck works in my favour  and I courageously walk towards what I wanted for me. I am who I am  Boxed away in my own beliefs and ideals.  I yearn for a so-called freedom  But balk at the idea of free will and speech.  I impose my choices on others  And judge and execute those who undermine my authority  I say I wish for freedom But I revel in my hyp...

Who am I??? The question that pains us all.  We have forgotten who we are or have never dared to find out. We forget what we wanted and stood for and most of us never figure out what we are and what we wanna be. We just became what is desired by everyone around us so that we can sail through life smoothly and be praised for it. We put on a mask and it becomes the lens through which we start to see the world and the mask becomes our identity. It's easier to be stuck in the quagmire of routine than to muster the courage to remove the mask. But it starts to take a toll on us and we feel alone in the crowd but unbearable to be alone with ourselves. We spend days, weeks and years, or maybe a lifetime distracting ourselves from what we wanna be. We seek refuge in the higher power and soon the reality hits us that we are born into a religion and caste with no option of autonomous choice. We are taught to behave in a certain way, live a certain way, and believe in certain things. It's ...