Sebin Jacob on Clubhouse

Bio

Please excuse us from the banalities of your life, from the forced guardianship that never ends, from the disgustingly sweet benevolence of your grandeur, from the compulsive blowing up of your goddamn pride, from the hawkeye with which you look down on us like a sumptuous meal, from the unwelcome description that makes us feel little, from the pitiful tears that you pour in our charity bowl, for us ain't your subjects to pet, for us ain't your wishes to fulfil, for us ain't your steppe to sainthood, for we have our grasslands to graze, for we have our gaits to stride, for we have our lives to live, for we are past your braces, for we are the children of the present, for we aren't on the lookout for angelic wings, we are what we are. Period.