trsg (on instagram)
a. i can always count on harsh to send me posts that make me think. doomscrolling might be horrible, but the posts on the sites... maybe not always. i've shared this sentiment before, but it's been more annoying the more i leave pop culture. i've never been one for it anyway, and even as i develop a taste for art, it doesn't really constitute of what's common. for better or for worse. this just needles me further, whenever i notice that many people can't seem to walk on their own legs in a conversation, without leaning on the crutch of reference. it is beautiful when people have a language in common, but i can't help but thinking: what do we lose?
m. k. stalin accused hindi of swallowing other languages, and no matter what his other statements may be like, i find myself agreeing. just as i read about english “borrowing” words from other languages, i hear no different about the former, much less see it happen in person. every time i see hindi make fun of a regional word in a conversation, i can feel its sliver shaved off. what are we losing?
i always maintain that who we are is significantly dependent on our choices. the ones that seem easy to make, but most of all, the ones where we go against the grain. it's conventional to follow the crowd, but what matters to you enough to choose to follow it? which road less taken will you tread? what will we decide not to lose?