The revival from the Oblivion | Chapter #3

The header declares “The revival”. Though, I have only given it the name, I would say, “Struggling or Fighting with the Oblivion” and you may perceive it is hanging somewhere between. My diary’s situation is exactly like the one of some elderly person who lies in front of his family, yet he is not considered. In this diary’s case, it is lying right beside my computer now. I see it everyday, every hour but it is still lying there. However I realize it’s importance as I do realize the importance of those elderly people and I do realize it from the day I read Shakespeare’s Seven Ages. The poem where he almost termed it as a routine of our lives to get forgotten even while we are living. I’ve tried composing poems sitting on my computer, the keyboard in front, what are the keystrokes to follow? But I’ve failed to compose one. But when I sit with my diary, I dont have a screen in front of me, I have a pen in my hand and I have LIFE in front of me. Poems are not lifeless, they can never be. This is one point of time where I refer to the previous post and say, “Technology has won over pen and paper” and then, conclude by saying, “Technology has actually dominated and defeated our life.” 


About Chetan

A twenty year old infant who fears if crows may shit on him or if Bengali aunties' umbrellas may prick him in the eye. He is currently waiting for Mamata Banerjee to leave Kolkata.

Posted on October 31, 2011, in Bloctober, Revival from the Oblivion. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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