The romantics of Amir Khusro's age mesmerised the times with their eloquent honey-tipped verses, the times when social boundaries were the matter of least concern. The era of greener pastures for postmodern fanatic, there are several lessons to be learned from the way social threads were woven to ease the way for communal harmony in what was a melting pot called Delhi.
We have arrived in the age of new science and predefined boundaries amid all the chaos that is incorrigible, where life look for alternatives be it a human bonding and natural thread or everything else obvious. We love ourselves to the extent of forcing us to view through a biased glass to reflect back a brighter picture, turning our eyes off the coexistence of the rest of us. And then we do things which cuts flash deeper than the knife ever would.
Living in a free Republic, my right is to speak up for equal opportunities and fair play. Being taken for granted or having been forced to retreat from our own path is now a fact, a reality that quickly needs to be transformed if we are to survive as a society if you had to survive the ongoing onslaught on freedoms and biases.
One may ask what it is to be a minority now? is it much different than what it used to be when you and I were brothers in my answers.
The crumbs of today when global sensibilities are folding inwards are only signs sure confused, we are for ourselves. Time checks now! We are not here for long my friends. Just go on shut everything off there is left behind. Behind us where it should be. At the pace life expect us to catch on we surely have no option then to turn non-feeling Android operated by the programmed features which stores us like a man bent on his desires. We can search for ourselves with some introspection or fade away, to think what it is that we miss . The answers may be surprisingly obvious.