what is the object of journalism?
does media have the power to change?
for "budding" and "aspiring" journalists keeping a fire power in their pen and vision,have you ever noticed recently on the point that any scoop,scandal,report changed the course of an issue??
like they say "art for art sake",media is for media sake
be it corruption,anna hazare,silence of manmohan,poverty,oppression or whatever that is concern for our country,a highly "tolerant" population of our country for the maximum call a strike over media impact....
and then there are pundits and intellectuals who carry out debates and editorials to enlighten the common people with their mastery in language and knowledge in an issue with statistics.
for reference take anna hazare's first campaign against corruption,how he was hailed by media,and how people of this country followed him like rats behind the pied piper .and on his second "war against corruption" media started speculating his intentions and the blunders in lokpal bill...with media attention lessened, the hazare storm was somewhat silenced.
media is a valve for all who are seeking power and attention,and every news like barkha dutt once accidently said 'has a motive'.
one thing media serve best is that employing thousands of journalists .
it is true that media often generates opinion in people,make the politically neutral minds to take sides in election and thus a change in government.but a change in government is not what is needed,we have tried this trial and error method over and over and people were at the recieving end every time.
now the other point social scientists arouse is that to eradicate corruption from grass root level...like the depict in the tamil movie 'annyan' every small mistake,a bribe or a ignorance for money add to make a huge crack in the whole system wrenched in corruption.but how can we blame a clarke or peon in a government office who dreams of making his life climbing a ladder of classes as corrupt.the class wars created by money and religion is prime reason for anyone to get stained for sustainment.
and coming back to media's impact on society,like a movie,it will not go beyond discussions in chat rooms.more than acting like a pimp for society by revealing the backstage dramas in politics and other issues that is catered in a dramatic way to fill the leisure time of people,media should,in this age , be active in more powerful mode called media activism where media houses should initiate act by or against an issue based on the ground reality.this may be a completely out of the box ,insane break of conventional journalistic theories of being diplomatic and "act like a mirror" concept .the spine to say 'that is wrong' or 'that is right' should be there rather than saying 'it may be right or wrong"....and even a declaration to inspire people to think by their own ,rather than to perceive a framed fact. becuase there is only black and white for a fact,the other shades are just interpretations and assumptions.
the frame work of constitution has made the four estates to be constantly checked by each other,but as time went...the four lions understood that it is easy to eat the whole of country by themselves if they stand together,by compromising and passing bill according to their convenience .
people are still fooled by showing a unknown drama played by the master puppeteers of these four estates.
there should be a walk up call for media to seriously rethink and move away from a moderate way stand by the people and be among them.
because the process is clear,when wealth and power accumulated on one side....communism was needed,then the constant class struggle paved way to the drama called democracy....where again power was accumulated where even socialism and communism became the part of dirty waters....now there is this chance of anarchy where nothing is safe and chaos rules all over.to avoid the complete outburst, there should be a responsible bold media culture that should be developed urgently.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Saturday, October 6, 2012
looser's end
i am bonded...rather bounded...as some say of me as filmy...melodramatic and fake..
arguments are long gone...to fight means to debate in a profound way in chat rooms,
the phases are past,i refresh every time when i lit a joint...like the legends said you wont receive any pain
the world looks so simple then,very simple to live,just smile ,you live....a reaction that is so pleasing for everyone
but the rare moments i am hit by the concrete hardness of reality, i fail,i think of a time when the sickening sense of revenge looms over me...
whenever i go deep inside myself...its total chaos...and so disturbing....depressing and ruining,total backlash.
i once had a belief in judgement day,and it remains as a fantasy
if your mother's tears holds u, advice's restrict you....admit it ,you are weak than u imagine.
now sitting in my home....every prick of a noise burst my peace i seek for,every shouts come in like a hammer to break my skull....
am dangerously in love with peace....that when it is lost....the streaks of reality plug wires in my senses that kills me...
i want to walk a lonely way killing the unwanted ....and resting in midways with my comrades for a smoke and laugh purely...
i want to washout every man made stains from my mind ,and start fresh like from a blackout to enjoy the abundance of freedom....and drown in it...and die in it ...killing the unwanted
arguments are long gone...to fight means to debate in a profound way in chat rooms,
the phases are past,i refresh every time when i lit a joint...like the legends said you wont receive any pain
the world looks so simple then,very simple to live,just smile ,you live....a reaction that is so pleasing for everyone
but the rare moments i am hit by the concrete hardness of reality, i fail,i think of a time when the sickening sense of revenge looms over me...
whenever i go deep inside myself...its total chaos...and so disturbing....depressing and ruining,total backlash.
i once had a belief in judgement day,and it remains as a fantasy
if your mother's tears holds u, advice's restrict you....admit it ,you are weak than u imagine.
now sitting in my home....every prick of a noise burst my peace i seek for,every shouts come in like a hammer to break my skull....
am dangerously in love with peace....that when it is lost....the streaks of reality plug wires in my senses that kills me...
i want to walk a lonely way killing the unwanted ....and resting in midways with my comrades for a smoke and laugh purely...
i want to washout every man made stains from my mind ,and start fresh like from a blackout to enjoy the abundance of freedom....and drown in it...and die in it ...killing the unwanted
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