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what the fuck is happening in India?

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Jayaraj and Bennix, two men in Tuticorin were rounded up by the police for keeping their shop open for 15 minutes after the lockdown hours. Their life was taken from them in the most unimaginable and brutal way possible.

The cops who brutalized Jayaraj and Bennix descended to the lowest behavior possible and it all arose from a systemic failure of every governing institution in the country. Not just that but the prevailing atmosphere of violence and hate amplified by a large section of the society and the media.

India needs a complete change in all aspects of its existence.

Do your part.

-Tanmay

hard loud music; well of inspiration; meaning

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Imagine being a little tired or buzzed out but not willing to sleep. Now put in a heavy rock track (Negative Creep- Nirvana), or hard rap (m.A.A.d city- Kendrick Lamar) in the background. This exercise usually puts me in the center of an empty universe, free, unchained to mold the clay of existence into forms, forms that are understood by at least one another. It’s nothing but a hunt for ‘meaning’, you chase it, I chase it, but especially the insane/genius chase it. The subjectivity of meaning results in a uniqueness. This uniqueness is valuable only to the one who birthed it. Some are lucky though, their meaning becomes popular and we share it and talk about it.

A by product however is dissent. That’s where most problems lie. Meaning becomes truth for the one who beholds it. A campaign for truth might spark up when enough believe in it, and the opposing camp comes bearing torches to burn the others’ truth to the ground.

Most stories emanate from this background.

Thoughts?

-Tanmay

something I felt like

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This is that blog that I want to offer to the world (yes the five of you who’ll read it). It’s been a long journey replete with surreal experiences that I think deserve a separate place to be written down and be lost in the web of codes and information. I don’t have much idea where this will go and that’s how I like it. Morph as it feels like. I’ll tap till my fingers bleed.

I’ve put some faith in me to see this to fruition, and faith in the self is hard to come by, I’ve howled outside temples, mosques and churches alike for salvation, but that soul feeder doesn’t come by so easily. Breathing and walking is more important. Let the faith heat up in the hearth that is in the furthest depth of your bowel, growling and hungry and dangerous.

Don’t kill it.

–Tanmay