Can you pick me up?

“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,

dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for angry fix,

angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night.” – Carl Solomon, Howl. 


“Mom, I won’t be home tonight. I am staying at my friend’s house because we got so late. See you tomorrow,” said a bunch of young people, before leaving for a drive in Delhi, India for the whole night, played Alt-J’s Taro and looked for a place to buy cigarettes and a place to eat. And they left, with an uncertain map of  dark roads that led to nowhere.

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As uncertain as the direction they are headed to in life, irrespective of anything, they just keep on going. Chasing life as it comes, facing situations as they appear, without realizing that they are steadily turning into someone known as ‘Adults’.


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The only Indian thing about the Indian youth I know, is that they are in India. They do things as young adults do anywhere else in the world, although slightly more conservative and private, but that is the result of Indian culture.



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Though every bit of them want to be free in their own way and they all have their own definition of freedom, which may include dancing alone in a balcony by a busy road.



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