When does what you drive become more important than what drives
you?
When does your accent become more important than what you are
saying?
When does the need to turn a blind eye become more important than
the need to see?
When does the need to laugh with others become more important than
what you are laughing at?
When does how many boxes you have to live in become more important
than whether you are actually living?
When does your celebration of life become more important than
another’s struggle for it?
When does what you have become more important than what you give?
When does what you can conveniently follow become more important
than what you believe in?
When do others’ standards become more important than your own?
When does the cover become more important than the book?
First published in the IndianReview of World Literature in English, July 2010. Subsequently published in Labyrinth, September 2010.
8 comments:
an old favourite :)
And we're back :).
never.
Consistently we are conscious of other's take rather than what we actually want..
Consistently we are conscious of other's take rather than what we actually want..
Is this an older one? If so, it seems new and amazingly beautiful to me every time I read it. :)
-DSJ
Wow ,have you written this di ? Really good :-)
Yes, Sunil, but I guess you aren't :).
DSJ, yes, quite old. If you feel so, that's huge.
Anon, yes, but please leave your name!
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