I have wanted to write about modernized existential despair for long. How it seems to be a generational malady, thriving on our indifference towards discovery as opposed to invention. I didn’t because I was unable to succinctly encapsulate a short introduction I had in mind into words. Instead I had a sound-bite for it. A piece of guttural noise.
The English language kept failing me (or vice versa). So I decided to move on. Only lately did I realize that it was 2015. It is so easy to record and stream digital audio these days. Even by people who spell “your” as “you’re”. And I had broadband connectivity and laughably low expectations.
So I decided to record the sound-bite and upload it on SoundCloud. Hours later, it ended up being a three-minute rant. It wasn’t an instinctive soliloquy. I wrote down pointers on my phone. I even have 5-6 recordings that sound worse.
So if you have a few minutes to waste or a YouTube video you wouldn’t mind skipping over today, do listen to it on SoundCloud.
Well that couldn’t have been fun for any of us. If it makes you feel better, that YouTube video probably wasn’t all that great. Unless it was the one in which a squirrel fights away crows out of respect for his fallen friend. In that case, this might have a waste of your time.
Do tell me what you think about generational agony though. Meanwhile let me point you to someone else with far nicer things to say.
The Lion-Tailed Macaque has the best facial hair in the animal kingdom and a bewitching alias – Wanderoo. He also has one of the most commanding voices. As an arboreal and sociable mammal, his vocalization changes as per the intentions behind them and the acoustics in the rain forest.
I have seen him in the rain-forests of the Western Ghats. Every time I hear his call, it sounds like a myriad of emotions. There’s frustration. Anger. Ecstasy. Hope. And an urge to never be silenced.
One of these days, I hope he can, at least in spirit, be a guest on this blog. I won’t say a word, I promise.
Speak now or forever stay unheard,
we’re lazy oysters and the
world – a wild, intoxicating pearl