Right up in the feels. Full blown emotional reactions. Some tears. Some swelling pride. Some solace. And still some despair.
Will this go down in history books as the Revolution of 2020? I sure hope that at least from the digital documentation and all the spontaneous, raw and brutal art coming out from it, it does. Because the news channels aren’t getting the full force off the ugliness off it all. Not even a little bit.
And with the way things are going, I don’t think we can depend on the history books to provide any degree of accuracy to the actual goings-on of this country and the dark times we are traversing.
Sab kucch yaad rakha jayega. By Aamir Aziz, of Acche Din Blues fame from some years ago. If you haven’t heard it, you need to. Now.
Mere paas bechne ko kuchh nahi so bech raha hun ghaflat,
Daal bohot mehengi hai so log khareed rahe hain nafrat.
And then there was this: Vaastvik Kanoon, by Naveen Chourey.
And then this grooooovy sample from a Cubbon Park anti-CAA/NCR Cypher. (We have cyphers now?!? Woooot.)
Ah. I have never witnessed joy and pain sit in companionable silence together like this before.
One year ago: The morning after
Two years ago: Video killed the radio star
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