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Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Bila-bong, bila-bing

Sometimes I can most certainly hear a minute kkkrkrrrrrrrrrrrrrr from my brain, with the rusted parts peeling away, when I work tirelessly, for a gigantic machinery, with a gazillion employees, all killing themselves for peanuts to make three strangers super rich. The three stangers who I might never meet in my life, and those three strangers who might never know me in their entire life. It's a strange relationship of warped gains and value. Why do we spend all our lives, and exhaust our precious creative juices, to make some beings in a far off land look good. The corporate is an entire world of its own. A planet within a planet. Why do we torture ourselves, every morning, in the suicidal heat, being pushed and shoved by the scurrying public, all in the need to please someone who they'll never know. They'll never meet. Not even a handshake. Or an eye contact. They're people we only hear about, wonder about, admire, respect, hate, envy, love, despise. We still owe our lives to their mercy of green. The crisp green. It is a hypocritical relationship. Sometimes, just sometimes, when we think beyond the given, the obvious, the not-so-talked about and sense the cosmos that sustains itself 'between the lines', we'd know. The virtual world and the real don't have much of a difference. One, only lives inside the wired world. The other, lives close, but is at a constant disconnect.

I wish there was a world where 'freedom' was an all-encompassing word. Where freedom not only ment of the mind, but also actions. Can I pick up my bag this instant and go off to the Himalayas for a random, unplanned trip? Can I walk away from the everyday suffocating play of words, numbers, and politics, and live a day in just silence? Can we talk facts instead of faff? Can we love and not label?

How loosely is the word 'freedom' used. How loosely are most of the powerful words used. We really are a breed that knows nothing of mosly...everything. However, the irony of it all still prevails- ignorance is bliss. But it really isn't.



     

1 comment:

Swetha said...

Very engaging, beautiful :)