Hey You!

[Yours Absolutely is outraged. Pissed off at how people always play to the gallery. At how they project only that part of themselves, they want others to see. I had a mind not to post this rant, but then, wouldn't I be as guilty of what I'm accusing others of doing?]

you fill your iPod with all kinds of stuff
do you listen to it?
or keep it just to show off
your ‘impeccable’ taste in music?
random noises they call melodic?
and what happened to your acne
on your display pic?
was it also Photoshopped?
like the ones in your album
with the ugly parts cropped?
and how come your tweets are so happy and humorous?
how come your failures never feature on your status?
and why do you wear photochromatic lenses?
to see better
or look better?
it’s all pretenses
like the clothes you wear- unmindful
of your frivolous expenses-
uncomfortable, loud;
not to stand apart,
but to gel in with the crowd.

you hide a part of yourself
behind a veil- a curtain
like smoke from the hookah
you don’t really want to smoke
but you do, lest they poke fun
brand you a lukkha
so you suck it through your mouth
and then pay through your nose.
and why do you say you didn’t study last night?
why? O why do you lie outright?
is it because that if you speak
the truth, they would refuse
to hang out with you, you seek
to seek refuge in subterfuge?

oh, but the subterfuge won’t last!
you come back home when the day has passed
the first thing you do is take off your mask
then throw off your fancy clothes
and your iPod too, with the songs you loathe;
you then put on some Kishore Kumar
you can finally be what you really are-
you are a lukkha, you are a nerd,
now that all the smoke has cleared,
(and so have the pimples from your face;
but you won’t tweet about it,
‘cause you didn’t have them to begin with
in the first place.)

When you live in a world, this full of pretense,
You aren’t what you are when you’re with friends;
You aren’t what you are when you’re Facebooking-
You are what you are when nobody’s looking.