When I was in class 10th, Chapter 9 of history book taught us about the holocaust. I questioned furiously to my friends and teachers, why didn’t the public say anything? Why didn’t anybody try to stop Hitler? Why did people ignore? As a writer working in a marketing agency, I pretty much feel guilty of writing advertisements about joy and celebration, and finding insights about happiness and hope at the times certain of doom. Russian Invasion of Ukraine, Us droppings bombs on Afghanistan, Syria and Iraq and the war in Yemen. Myriad of Islamophobic atrocities in India, the rise of right wingers in almost every corner of the world, and the upcoming climate crises. But, I carry on. Dystopia never looked real to me until now. Still, I carry On. Dystopia never really was about the dark skies, smelly streets and guns in every hand. Ignorance was dystopia. Still, I carry on ignoring and working.
Amputation of Emotions
Amputation of Emotions
Amputation of Emotions
When I was in class 10th, Chapter 9 of history book taught us about the holocaust. I questioned furiously to my friends and teachers, why didn’t the public say anything? Why didn’t anybody try to stop Hitler? Why did people ignore? As a writer working in a marketing agency, I pretty much feel guilty of writing advertisements about joy and celebration, and finding insights about happiness and hope at the times certain of doom. Russian Invasion of Ukraine, Us droppings bombs on Afghanistan, Syria and Iraq and the war in Yemen. Myriad of Islamophobic atrocities in India, the rise of right wingers in almost every corner of the world, and the upcoming climate crises. But, I carry on. Dystopia never looked real to me until now. Still, I carry On. Dystopia never really was about the dark skies, smelly streets and guns in every hand. Ignorance was dystopia. Still, I carry on ignoring and working.