Just Some Thoughts
Over the fast few years how we as a generation are collectively obsessed with a sense of nostalgia. A toxic nostalgia. Har puraani cheez ko hum waapis laana chahta hain, yaa waapis aa rahi hai.
Chahe woh kraanti ho, bell bottom jeans ho, kharaab insfrastructure ho, toote road ho.
Hadd dekho, market mein itni achi, sundar, high quality 4K porn hai, lekin phir bhi sabko ghatiya quality ki MMS hi dekhni hai.
Pornsites bhi puraane zamaane mein hi atki padi hai, jab jaao uspar ek hi ad aati rahegi, hot bhabhi is near you, bhai ab toh ladkiyan bhi porn dekhti hai, data kehta hai, ads kab change hongi, kab aayega ad mein "Baniyan wala bhaiya is near you" and besides the copy of the ad you have this image of an uncle in baniyan, and his close up selfie, as if he is just about to say "hello Friends"
Coming back to toxic nostalgia, har puraani cheez achanak se glorified hogayi hai, apparently dahej or as they discuss lane-dane is cool again, being a trad wife is cool again.
You know when I scroll past into the timeline, I remember those lines Pankaj Sir told me, "History repeats". Haan I know, the complete saying is "History repeats itself", but as he was saying this his hand somehow flashed in and caressed my ears and cheeks harshly, toh main sunn nahi paaya.
You see mujhe teacher ne maara tha, yeh kitni badi baat hai, why do we forget these things at the time of revisiting our memories. Yeh hai toxic nostalgia, jahaan tum apne waqt ki har puraani achi yaad ko toh yaad rakhte hai, par har buri raat ko kisi jhaadu se side mein karke bhul jaate ho.