I don't understand why a line of sentences is so important to be expressed in bold, as if, rest is merely a footnote of what is expressed as a chief mover and sacker. "Headline culture" is a reality today. Only a few readers dare to go beyond headlines to find unimportant desire of journalists, that unconscious apparatus which is hidden beneath important and bold texts. People are often worried and frightened by innumerable options that they safely avoid timid and passive footnotes, which are merely considered as explanatory, and sometimes written for the sake of its preservation from the gaze and touch of curious readers. Twitter must be a child of headline culture which valorises misers of words. People felt too bored to type the complete words, just forget about sentences, and ultimately a few sign words replaced the structural aesthetics of grammarians. Old expressive smiles, sarcasm, irony, and sorrow were replaced by a few emojis, and their dimensions have become literary arts for Kafka couldn't have more proud! Headline culture is just like a bottle of wine with all the elegance, but who knows what is substantial under its outer dimensions. I'm not amazed to know that youth are conscious about their body more than mind or spirit in our age. Reason being, only head matters; internal dimension is just like a private sphere which is immune from critical gaze. Outer dimensions of our lives are bafflingly desperate to experience many a things and inner dimensions are afraid enough to be exposed and clouded by the strangers and aliens. Who does really have enough time and space to live a few moments? In fact, nobody has a life in postmodern condition. Every dimension or every emotion is preserved at cyber space, without being realized its sweetness and bitterness. Humans have lost its essence either in too less or too much commodities!
पढ़ता हूँ हर एक दिन एक ही पन्ना, हर दिन हज़ार ये मालूम पड़ते हैं। जबसे होश संभाला है एक ही पन्ना सवांरते आया हूँ, लोग इसे ज़िन्दगी कहते हैं। इसपे लिखे हर एक लब्ज़ जो मेरे मालूम पड़ते हैं, ना जाने कितने जुबां पे चढ़े होंगे। आज हम भी कुछ पल के लिए ही सही इसके सारथी हैं, जाने से पहले कुछ रंग मेरा भी इसपे चढ़ जाए, बस इसीलिए एक ही पन्ना बार बार पलटता रहता हूँ। हर कोई अनजाने किताब की तलाश में बाहर निकलता है, जिसका हर एक पन्ना वो ख़ुद है। जब ख़ुद के रंग को समझ ही ना पाया, तो भला इंद्रधनुषी किताब के क्या मायने हैं? अस्तित्व में ना जाने कितने पन्ने बिखरे पड़े हैं, बस एक से ही अवगत हो जाऊँ, उसके हर एक शब्द को चुनता जाऊँ, कुछ पल के लिये सही, पिरोता जाऊँ एक माला ज़िन्दगी का।
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