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Ashish Shakya

(Note: This was part of the HT Brunch cover story for 3rd August 2014. You can read the shorter print version here.)

“I cried because my 3G was down, until I met a man who had no smartphone.” – Rumi

The internet is arguably the greatest invention of the 21st century, second only to the polio vaccine and the cyborg that assumed the form of Mick Jagger many years ago. Like the best drugs in the world, it offers escape in enslavement and we’re only too happy to roll up our sleeves for the friendly neighbourhood wi-fi dealer. The sensory overload it offers is eclectic, to say the least. On the one hand, it allows us to obsess over a cancer-stricken chemistry teacher who joins an ad agency in the ‘60s so that he can drink Scotch all day and bide his time, before marching through an expanse of undulating…

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The Path

The Path

The Path

I see the path that lies in front of me,

Messed up and left out you seem to be,
Intimidating everyone goes by singing,
Something about you just is amusing,
Subtle and quick is such the path of life.

You came over to watch beside me,
Ought to be the one I yelled out to thee,
Unintentionally hurt you or so it you seem,

Broken and rejected you leave me to scream,
Another day passes by and I still linger,
Drenched and lonely the path I still monitor.

In the midst of world crossing over,
Tired and mystified some fell under.

Hope diminishing I’m still the same kid,
Underwhelmed your change was rapid
Relentlessly I still stood as the light grew dark,
Tedious it was but fun it used to be I recollect,
Something changed and it wasn’t me that left.

The race

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