Here is something I had done for my Sociology project. It is a sociological analysis of a poem I had written. the analysis is a lso in the poetic format so... Read on...
Notes of a mad man!
When the world is laughing,
I hold back
Pitying their ignorance.
Doubting the fair
With a sense of pride
Loathing all innocence.
Drawing pleasure from the dark
Not rejoicing the light.
Searching only for the higher purpose
Leaving everything else behind.
Marching along the unknown
Hoping, sacrifice serves the reason
For its not with Them that I belong
Living the unlived season.
Thwarted by present
I am celebrating pain
Numbing the urge,
for only the future remains.
The path that I am walking
Opens only towards the end
which is a new beginning in itself
Let’s all the wounds mend
For sure, the blooded will have his victory
It’s in the nature
Resistencia will lead to discovery,
Tastier than all flavours.
And this shall be my story...
I’ll try my best to preach.
But mortality will never realize
For they believe only ‘luck’ is within their reach!
Everything is social
All thoughts, all actions, their reactions, their purposes...
Every creation, every work is relevant and a part of the sociological being of a person.
It is a reflection of ‘his’ sociology, his sociological imagination...
A canvas of his beliefs, of his morals,
Representing, where he stands in the sociological aspect of things!
‘Mutual’... everything is mutual, all losses all gains, the celebration as well as pains, all journeys... and all people... ALL beings, life and lifeless.
Having said this, I make it very clear that the mentioned piece of work is a part of ‘me’. And this is my effort to understand that part by using my knowledge in Sociology, imparted to me by Prof. Nandini Sardesai.
I am thankful to her.
Let us begin...
To understand an art, one must first understand its purpose...
He writes to clarify
He writes to strengthen
He writes to announce,
to himself and to others
His mind! His soul! His him.
His doubts, he calls for help, his shouts
He wants to feel light.
The route... he wants a cohort.
Somebody to cling on to in the blackout
Where he resides, in his search for light.
He simply writes to feel strong headed... he is a cynic. A BEAUTIFUL cynic, if you can see.
Can you, he asks?
Now that we know why, lets figure out what.
Going stanza wise:-
When the... all innocence (Ethnocentrism)
He stands tall
So, he thinks.
He is anti-order
Burning all the fodder
provided to him,
In the incest of ethnocentrism.
He demeans others’ status.
He believes he is asociable. And he is loving it!
Drawing Pleasure... else behind (Culture)
His culture is asociable too.
Re-ordered to his sociology.
Limited to ‘black’ and ‘white’... his colours
His only colours.
Focused at the destination,
he invents, recreates, barring adaption, diffusion,
his way of breathing.
His language, only to himself
Meant to hide him.
To keep away norms, to keep away ‘their’ culture
Exclusivity to the reward, his goal!
Marching along... future remains (Social control, Interaction, Group)
He rides to his throne.
Out grouping all
He lives beyond ‘control’
He owns his world!
Thwarted by... the future remains (Reality, Status, Definitions, Institution
His world, his reality
Time is his, and so is its duality.
Shaped by his perceptions
Rather the lack of it
Re-meaning them. A new genesis!
His world is his master status
‘I’, the only resident.
‘I’, the only role.
‘I’, the only institution.
‘I’, the only descendent.
Where I lives on forever, but first it has to be created.
The path... wounds mend. (Reference group, Anticipatory Socialization)
That him is his reference
So he must remake
Sociology be cursed
For his creation is at stake.
Endure the bruises now
For then’s sake
For then will only survive
With now’s loss intake!
For sure... all flavours (Resocialization)
He is created.
And he is dripping
Smiling at ‘wait’
Victory bells ticking.
For he will achieve his reference
Its done, its set
Its found, its on its way.
His role is coming
And its just the start.
Poor boy! All that he has resisted will greet him as he wins
For he will celebrate,
At that ‘now’ he never believed in!
This shall... Luck is within their reach.
Wow! It’s amazing to realize that, no matter how hard you try to run away, this world gets you finally. “Thank world for that!” we would say. But what about this boy who will one day realize that all he had left back during his journey is what he got at the end of it. Irony, at its killing best, isn’t it?
He achieved what he wanted to without anybody to his side, but in the end he had to come back to the people to share his reward, his story. Because a reward has no meaning if it’s not shared.
Some things are not meant to be exclusive. Life is not meant to be exclusive!
Bow your heads
And let the trumpets blow
For the social order of things prevails.
Thank you for reading my work. I really appreciate it.