'Wit' is now, arguably, the highest form of social currency. One memorable phrase, a sound byte, is all we need for an impactful conversation. There seems to be a tremendous pressure to come up with 'punches'. Keep missing the opportunity for a 'wiseass' comment and you tether perilously close to being branded 'the Bore'.
Twitter seems to be at the forefront. With its character limit limiting any sort of meaningful discussion, it has become a place for masters to show off their buffoonery and for the apprentices to learn from it.
I remember reading a story back in school. The narrator in the story confesses mugging couplets of famous poets so that he can recite them at the opportune moment and earn himself some appreciation. As desperate as the narrator may sound; how I wish for those deep meaningful couplets, now endangered by puns that play with English sounding Hindi words.
I know. Trends come and go. And it is pointless to ponder. I know too, that my inability to come up with punches of my own is fast resigning this post into the classic sour grapes category. And yet I quixotically plea for everyone to reconsider this madness.
I would have not cared, had this cancer been localized only in group conversations. But this phenomenon has metastasized to every domain of my life. Almost all of my conversations are devoid of things that I treasure so much. Care, affection, sincerity; all gone. All I see is humor and that forced restriction/alteration of a conversation eventually cheapening it into a 'punch' line.
They have even taken my beloved movies. Long has the time gone where the protagonist delivers a truly moving dialogue. The sort of a passionate dialogue which stirs something within you. A dialogue that makes you ponder.
All I get now is a religious adherence to the below sequence.
1) Hero looks into the camera (I know I am deviating but surely others too would find this blatant breach of the fourth wall a little annoying)
2) The music stops
3) Hero delivers the punch line
4) The background music goes nuts mirroring the orgasmic hysteria of the cinema watching audience.
A well-meaning open debate is endangered too. No respect for differences in ideologies. No awareness for the everchanging flux of white and black that engulfs the prominent personalities of today.The nuances of figuring whether the person in question is indeed the right shade of gray. What I get now is a solid unbreakable wall that guards and separates the 'Bhakts' 'AAPtards'and 'Sickulars' (Such pun, much wow).
And then there is burnout. With Twitter users thinking about the new pun, day in day out; with sarcasm being the symbol of anti-establishment in every tv series; there is only so much of new material that people can come up with. To drive an analogy think of the poor scriptwriters that have to write one episode per day nonstop for the Indian family comedy shows. The quality of wit in the posts is now reaching the quality of humor in 'Taarak Mehta ka Ulta Chashma'. ('Chalo Garbha Khele' followed by maniacal laughter.)
On my feed some time back, few people shared '10 reasons why you should not be friend with a northeast/gujju/stereotype person' template with the caption "Loved the sarcasm'. The template, for the lack of a better word, is saying exactly opposite of what is meant to be said. For e.g. 'they are all well mannered ' will be replaced by 'they are not well mannered'. How is this sarcasm? It looks like one of those exercises that we used to do as a kid.
Q ) "Ramu aalsi hain"
A) "Ramu aalsi nahi hain"
and even there you would get only half a mark. Use antonyms, our teacher would have said
A) "Ramu mehnati hain"
But even if I leave everything aside what really hurts me is the lack of personality. There are snippets of good punches or witty lines that are being copy-pasted into every conversation, like codes. I remember getting a WhatsApp message from my girlfriend and I know she means well. But I can't shake up that feeling that I have seen it as a tweet, meme or something else.
Every new year I send a mail wishing new year greetings to my friends. And almost all of them write back saying how happy they were to receive it. And I know people enough to know that these replies are genuine and not a mere formality.The mails I send, are no literal masterpieces. They are just messages remembering the past and wishing a better future. The fact that they make the receivers so happy give me a bit of hope. The fact that their reply's too are devoid of puns slangs and popular phrases makes me believe that there is a way out too.
But then maybe there is nothing to worry about anyway. Maybe it is all just ramblings of a bored mind. maybe I am just getting a little old. By the way, did you notice the heading of the blog . Playing on the most memorable line of Mad max. Pretty witty , no?
Twitter seems to be at the forefront. With its character limit limiting any sort of meaningful discussion, it has become a place for masters to show off their buffoonery and for the apprentices to learn from it.
I remember reading a story back in school. The narrator in the story confesses mugging couplets of famous poets so that he can recite them at the opportune moment and earn himself some appreciation. As desperate as the narrator may sound; how I wish for those deep meaningful couplets, now endangered by puns that play with English sounding Hindi words.
I know. Trends come and go. And it is pointless to ponder. I know too, that my inability to come up with punches of my own is fast resigning this post into the classic sour grapes category. And yet I quixotically plea for everyone to reconsider this madness.
I would have not cared, had this cancer been localized only in group conversations. But this phenomenon has metastasized to every domain of my life. Almost all of my conversations are devoid of things that I treasure so much. Care, affection, sincerity; all gone. All I see is humor and that forced restriction/alteration of a conversation eventually cheapening it into a 'punch' line.
They have even taken my beloved movies. Long has the time gone where the protagonist delivers a truly moving dialogue. The sort of a passionate dialogue which stirs something within you. A dialogue that makes you ponder.
All I get now is a religious adherence to the below sequence.
1) Hero looks into the camera (I know I am deviating but surely others too would find this blatant breach of the fourth wall a little annoying)
2) The music stops
3) Hero delivers the punch line
4) The background music goes nuts mirroring the orgasmic hysteria of the cinema watching audience.
A well-meaning open debate is endangered too. No respect for differences in ideologies. No awareness for the everchanging flux of white and black that engulfs the prominent personalities of today.The nuances of figuring whether the person in question is indeed the right shade of gray. What I get now is a solid unbreakable wall that guards and separates the 'Bhakts' 'AAPtards'and 'Sickulars' (Such pun, much wow).
And then there is burnout. With Twitter users thinking about the new pun, day in day out; with sarcasm being the symbol of anti-establishment in every tv series; there is only so much of new material that people can come up with. To drive an analogy think of the poor scriptwriters that have to write one episode per day nonstop for the Indian family comedy shows. The quality of wit in the posts is now reaching the quality of humor in 'Taarak Mehta ka Ulta Chashma'. ('Chalo Garbha Khele' followed by maniacal laughter.)
On my feed some time back, few people shared '10 reasons why you should not be friend with a northeast/gujju/stereotype person' template with the caption "Loved the sarcasm'. The template, for the lack of a better word, is saying exactly opposite of what is meant to be said. For e.g. 'they are all well mannered ' will be replaced by 'they are not well mannered'. How is this sarcasm? It looks like one of those exercises that we used to do as a kid.
Q ) "Ramu aalsi hain"
A) "Ramu aalsi nahi hain"
and even there you would get only half a mark. Use antonyms, our teacher would have said
A) "Ramu mehnati hain"
But even if I leave everything aside what really hurts me is the lack of personality. There are snippets of good punches or witty lines that are being copy-pasted into every conversation, like codes. I remember getting a WhatsApp message from my girlfriend and I know she means well. But I can't shake up that feeling that I have seen it as a tweet, meme or something else.
Every new year I send a mail wishing new year greetings to my friends. And almost all of them write back saying how happy they were to receive it. And I know people enough to know that these replies are genuine and not a mere formality.The mails I send, are no literal masterpieces. They are just messages remembering the past and wishing a better future. The fact that they make the receivers so happy give me a bit of hope. The fact that their reply's too are devoid of puns slangs and popular phrases makes me believe that there is a way out too.
But then maybe there is nothing to worry about anyway. Maybe it is all just ramblings of a bored mind. maybe I am just getting a little old. By the way, did you notice the heading of the blog . Playing on the most memorable line of Mad max. Pretty witty , no?