As A Brown Child, I Can Say Sarcasm Is In My Veins.

being called ma/ammajaan by a dhakaiya>>>>>>>

makes sense

how i see the Dead Poets as colours

Pitts

Neil

Knox

Meeks

Cameron

Charlie

Todd

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tell me if you agree<3

feeling exactly how charlie felt in that scene today

Thinking about the death of subcultures. Like I haven’t seen any goth kids or punks or any obvious subcultural movements in years. And obviously part of that is just cultural change, but when I think of modern subcultures the only thing I can think of are those tiktok alternative people, like egirls, but there isn’t that sense of a real “scene” going on with their own lifestyles and music and events, like lived experience that’s shared. I feel like what we might call modern subcultures are all reduced to mere aesthetics and they’re all mostly online, and they all look way too pretty – their make up is always perfect and their clothes are perfectly aesthetic and there’s none of that deliberate freakishness going on; literally grunginess itself has been commodified. There’s none of the real expression of confusion and anger that came with growing up in a world that you felt on some level was fucked up but you couldn’t express why, so you expressed it by dressing like a freak, by looking kinda deliberately out of place. I want that spirit back because this is what subcultures were about. Let’s bring back real subculture, not the alienated commodified version that’s based on aesthetics and has been reduced to social media, but the kind where you actually go out looking completely unhinged on purpose to disrupt. The kind where you meet other people and feel a sense of empowerment in your willing difference from the mainstream, and by that I mean the kind that is explicitly anticapitalist.

i think the reason i love dead poet’s society so much is just how it portrays this ideal teenage experience. getting up to mischief in the late hours of the night. a big band of friends you can mess around with. and discovering your own sense of individuality in a world where you conform or die. and then there’s this brilliant teacher who cares so much that he changes these kids lives. and it’s just beautiful.

and what’s most sad is how all this is ripped away from the characters and the viewers. in the end the merry times are but a memory. the band of friends grows and falls apart. and it shows how there’s the sense of you have to grow up and those childhood days have to be left behind.

i love it because there’s this life that i want captured on television, and it makes me sad that i can’t reach this ideal. then i feel a little better when i see that even this ideal can’t be met or sustained really. but it’s heartbreaking to think that i can’t have that. that all these brilliant things that happen just fall apart.

[and i know this isn’t really what the story is about but it’s what i see when i look at it]

some days im fine, some days i just wanna throw up on the snow and yell my beloved roommate's name into the void

Neil or Todd II Charlie or Neil II Chris or Ginny II Meeks or Cameron II Mr. Perry or Mr. Nolan II Latin or Greek II joining Dead Poets Society or joining Welton Academy II housemates with Meeks and Pitts or housemates with Knox and Charlie II dusk or dawn II Walt Whitman or Shakespeare II Keating’s football class or Keating’s first class II Pitts or Stick II radio free america or midnight summers play II biking or driving II yearbook or rowing

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This or That: Dead Poets Society Edition

Neil or Todd II Charlie or Neil II Chris or Ginny II Meeks or Cameron II Mr. Perry or Mr. Nolan II Latin or Greek II joining Dead Poets Society or joining Welton Academy II housemates with Meeks and Pitts or housemates with Knox and Charlie II dusk or dawn II Walt Whitman or Shakespeare II Keating’s football class or Keating’s first class II Pitts or Stick II radio free america or midnight summers play II biking or driving II yearbook or rowing

Mine:

Neil or Todd II Charlie or Neil II Chris or Ginny II Meeks or Cameron II Mr. Perry or Mr. Nolan II Latin or Greek II joining Dead Poets Society or joining Welton Academy II housemates with Meeks and Pitts or housemates with Knox and Charlie II dusk or dawn II Walt Whitman or Shakespeare II Keating’s football class or Keating’s first class II Pitts or Stick II radio free america or midnight summers play II biking or driving II yearbook or rowing

Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai Dekhna hai zor kitna baazu-e-qaatil mein hai

Karta nahin kyun doosra kuch baat-cheet Dekhta hun main jise woh chup teri mehfil mein hai Aye shaheed-e-mulk-o-millat main tere oopar nisaar Ab teri himmat ka charcha ghair ki mehfil mein hai Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai

Waqt aanay dey bata denge tujhe aye aasman Hum abhi se kya batayen kya hamare dil mein hai Khainch kar layee hai sab ko qatl hone ki ummeed Aashiqon ka aaj jumghat koocha-e-qaatil mein hai Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai

Hai liye hathiyaar dushman taak mein baitha udhar Aur hum taiyyaar hain seena liye apna idhar Khoon se khelenge holi gar vatan muskhil mein hai Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai

Haath jin mein ho junoon katt te nahi talvaar se Sar jo uth jaate hain voh jhukte nahi lalkaar se Aur bhadkega jo shola-sa humaare dil mein hai Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai

Hum to ghar se nikle hi the baandhkar sar pe kafan Jaan hatheli par liye lo barh chale hain ye qadam Zindagi to apni mehmaan maut ki mehfil mein hai Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai

Yuun khadaa maqtal mein qaatil kah rahaa hai baar baar Kya tamannaa-e-shahaadat bhi kisee ke dil mein hai Dil mein tuufaanon ki toli aur nason mein inqilaab Hosh dushman ke udaa denge humein roko na aaj Duur reh paaye jo humse dam kahaan manzil mein hai

Wo jism bhi kya jism hai jismein na ho khoon-e-junoon Kya lade toofaanon se jo kashti-e-saahil mein hai

Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai. Dekhna hai zor kitna baazuay qaatil mein hai.

The desire for revolution is in our hearts Let us see what strength there is in the arms of our executioner

Why do you remain silent thus? Whoever I see, is gathered quiet so… O martyr of country, of nation, I submit myself to thee For yet even the enemy speaks of thy courage The desire for struggle is in our hearts…

When the time comes, we shall show thee, O heaven For why should we tell thee now, what lurks in our hearts? We have been dragged to service, by the hope of blood, of vengeance Yea, by our love for nation divine, we go to the streets of the enemy The desire for struggle is in our hearts…

Armed does the enemy sit, ready to open fire Ready too are we, our bosoms thrust out to him With blood we shall play Holi, if our nation need us The desire for struggle is in our hearts…

No sword can sever hands that have the heat of battle within, No threat can bow heads that have risen so… Yea, for in our insides has risen a flame, and the desire for struggle is in our hearts…

Set we out from our homes, our heads shrouded with cloth, Taking our lives in our hands, do we march so… In our assembly of death, life is now but a guest The desire for struggle is in our hearts…

Stands the enemy in the gallows thus, asking, Does anyone wish to bear testimony?… With a host of storms in our heart, and with revolution in our breath, We shall knock the enemy cold, and no one shall stop us…

What is that body that does not have hot blood in it, How can a person conquer a Typhoon while sitting in a boat near the shore.

The desire for struggle is in our hearts, We shall now see what strength there is in the boughs of the enemy.

Sarfaroshi Ki Tamanna by Bismil Azimabadil (1921)

This poem is an ode to the young freedom fighters of the independence movement in India. This became a war cry during the British Raj.

thiss....i needed this

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Chaap Tilak (Coke Studio Season 7)

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Sajdaa (My Name is Khan)

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Tere Bina (Guru)

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