The Young Writer

  What matters more- the Opinions or the Speaker?     Over the last couple of weeks, I had been posting some particularly bigoted views on Facebook. Some were extremely misleading and others factually and scientifically incorrect. The idea was to pass someone else's ideas, someone else's views, someone else's statements as my own. Based on the reactions that followed, I believe it was quite successful, especially towards the beginning.  These were not my statements. Those were Jaggu Vasudev's statements, you might more commonly know him as "Sadhguru". What I did was, remove the personality, the charisma, the allure, the authority of the person, and instead presented the words bare-bones. I wanted to see how people would take these statements, would they see the farce, would they still take the words with equal reverence?   The posts got varied responses, some were pissed off, offended. Some were irked. Some agreed with it and some found ...

With each passing sound ,  With every turning around,  With every fall to the ground,  Someone is waiting to be found.  In this journey called life Everyone's swimming and running and gasping  Nobody's tiring and sitting in a strike He is a- waiting and she is a-waiting  In this journey called life Twisting and turning and bouncing around Everyone's waiting just to be found Drowning in sorrow or flying  with glory She is a-waiting and he is a-waiting As in a rundown story,  Wishing and groaning and laughing and shouting In this journey of life There is a someone waiting to be loved,  With each passing sound , With every fall to the ground Someone is a-waiting to be found.  In this journey called life With all to lose and all to gain I'm only  waiting,  To someday be found,  To someday be found.