It has been a while since I last wrote here. A lot has changed since then. This country for the first thing would not go all “guerrillaesque” and start a political revolution against its government so easily. The irony which very well validates the revulsion from taking this step is that, we chose them! We brought them to where they are now. So we should let go off the hypocrisy for a while; at least till the time when we all are sane enough to comprehend the consequences of our own electoral choices. There would be a time which would arrive, a time fuelled by the torment of our actions, a time which shall force us to think otherwise. Therefore, I would keep my inner Ché hidden under a garb and wait for that moment to arrive.
For now, I would like to draw your attention to another essential issue in our land. The very fact that this issue affects almost every teen passing his secondary examinations, teens who are famously envisaged as the building blocks of the nation, is daunting enough for a nationwide introspection. Let me begin the case here with my example.
It has been a good five years since I was standing on my “first stair”. I had just cleared my secondary board examinations and had showed my utter dominance on humanity by being one of the toppers in my school. That is what they told me. “This is your first stair to a happy, successful life”. I believed them. Who is a man supposed to believe when he trusts everybody else but himself? It’s the world in front of him. That is what metamorphoses our lives majorly. Isn’t it? Every other decision we make is due to the care we think that everybody else shows for us. Its perhaps due to the tender age, the not so insolent mind we possess then. There is a blessing in our obedience, we force ourselves to believe. Well, my first step to this so called “road to success” was an ecstatic affair for everybody. My parents took pride in stating that I was their child and the jubilancy was clearly not misplaced. And thus began my journey of forcing myself into a sophisticated contraption of mazes, the path out of which is yet to be found.
Your first step might have been similar, or maybe not as ecstatic as I state mine to be. That is inconsequential, I must say. However, the second step we take after this first one is what shapes our lives in a major way. In my case it was a random flurry of phone calls which determined what I was to be my entire life. I was never consulted. Why would I be? After all, I was the herculean son who could even scale the Everest in seconds and still stay unaffected by the consequences of it. I was a son who wanted to carry his parents’ dreams upon his shoulders, thus very effectively staying in a state of denial from chasing my own dreams. Now when I look upon myself I think how that decision could have been averted. How I would have been up to something different altogether now. All this cannot be blamed to fate alone. It was a step marred by my own attitude. The confusion still prevails; a result of that foolhardy step once taken.
Right from Shravan Kumar to every Sharmaji ka beta, we have been presented with numerous examples to emulate. And we try to emulate them too. Some become a success in the process. Some a failure. The commonality exists in the way how both have lived to stay as passive spectators of others’ influence. This world is cruel, Lana Del Rey said in “Cruel World”. And she is right.
Your second step can be a rattling affair. You could be forced to jump onto a step which was never where you wanted to be, and you could be brainwashed into forgetting all your childhood dreams in a jiffy. And this glass monument which had your dreams inscribed, makes no noise when shattered. It’s because, you choose to ignore it. It’s surprising how an organism so fierce, so independent, can be such a pushover. How we let others influence us in such a way and be submissive to their every demand.
The unflinching resolve to rebel is just the thing we need before we chose to walk on this path of obliteration. Yes, I am right! Don’t our names get obliterated the very day we choose to tread on a road that has been chosen by everybody else but us. The resolve should be in our disobedience. It should hold an unchangeable form. I am going to do what I think is right! I wouldn’t be concerned about all those scaremongers who want to drive me to oblivion! Nothing is easy here. Imagine the struggle you make just to get your head out and witness the world for the first time, only to realize that the way ahead keeps getting tougher. Yet we move. We have our dreams. We carry them for years. And then it isn’t a second before we allow them to be trampled upon.
This is a beckoning to everybody. What you are doing right now may not be what you wanted it to be. You may be holed up in your little den, caught in the chains of familial and societal pressures of delivering and becoming a successful man. But never is there a right time to completely let go off your dreams. Become a chaser! Become a runner who despite of falling at every hurdle manages to finish the race and is a hero for everybody. Because a loser is the one who gives up, not the one who continues to be on his travail. He may or may not reach the end of this arduous journey of his, but at least he didn’t give up. At least he didn’t allow himself to be steamrolled under everybody’s expectations. He lived his life, chased his dreams, and died a happy man. This for you is life. It may be a thicket of thorny bushes at times or a bed of rosy flowers, but a traveller on this road would be happy only if he chooses his road wisely and learns that no other but him, is the only person who knows what is right for him. Walk fearlessly on this road with the tenacity to move on despite of all its difficulties, and I betcha, no one would ever be able to stop you from getting what you want!
For now, I would like to draw your attention to another essential issue in our land. The very fact that this issue affects almost every teen passing his secondary examinations, teens who are famously envisaged as the building blocks of the nation, is daunting enough for a nationwide introspection. Let me begin the case here with my example.
It has been a good five years since I was standing on my “first stair”. I had just cleared my secondary board examinations and had showed my utter dominance on humanity by being one of the toppers in my school. That is what they told me. “This is your first stair to a happy, successful life”. I believed them. Who is a man supposed to believe when he trusts everybody else but himself? It’s the world in front of him. That is what metamorphoses our lives majorly. Isn’t it? Every other decision we make is due to the care we think that everybody else shows for us. Its perhaps due to the tender age, the not so insolent mind we possess then. There is a blessing in our obedience, we force ourselves to believe. Well, my first step to this so called “road to success” was an ecstatic affair for everybody. My parents took pride in stating that I was their child and the jubilancy was clearly not misplaced. And thus began my journey of forcing myself into a sophisticated contraption of mazes, the path out of which is yet to be found.
Your first step might have been similar, or maybe not as ecstatic as I state mine to be. That is inconsequential, I must say. However, the second step we take after this first one is what shapes our lives in a major way. In my case it was a random flurry of phone calls which determined what I was to be my entire life. I was never consulted. Why would I be? After all, I was the herculean son who could even scale the Everest in seconds and still stay unaffected by the consequences of it. I was a son who wanted to carry his parents’ dreams upon his shoulders, thus very effectively staying in a state of denial from chasing my own dreams. Now when I look upon myself I think how that decision could have been averted. How I would have been up to something different altogether now. All this cannot be blamed to fate alone. It was a step marred by my own attitude. The confusion still prevails; a result of that foolhardy step once taken.
Right from Shravan Kumar to every Sharmaji ka beta, we have been presented with numerous examples to emulate. And we try to emulate them too. Some become a success in the process. Some a failure. The commonality exists in the way how both have lived to stay as passive spectators of others’ influence. This world is cruel, Lana Del Rey said in “Cruel World”. And she is right.
Your second step can be a rattling affair. You could be forced to jump onto a step which was never where you wanted to be, and you could be brainwashed into forgetting all your childhood dreams in a jiffy. And this glass monument which had your dreams inscribed, makes no noise when shattered. It’s because, you choose to ignore it. It’s surprising how an organism so fierce, so independent, can be such a pushover. How we let others influence us in such a way and be submissive to their every demand.
The unflinching resolve to rebel is just the thing we need before we chose to walk on this path of obliteration. Yes, I am right! Don’t our names get obliterated the very day we choose to tread on a road that has been chosen by everybody else but us. The resolve should be in our disobedience. It should hold an unchangeable form. I am going to do what I think is right! I wouldn’t be concerned about all those scaremongers who want to drive me to oblivion! Nothing is easy here. Imagine the struggle you make just to get your head out and witness the world for the first time, only to realize that the way ahead keeps getting tougher. Yet we move. We have our dreams. We carry them for years. And then it isn’t a second before we allow them to be trampled upon.
This is a beckoning to everybody. What you are doing right now may not be what you wanted it to be. You may be holed up in your little den, caught in the chains of familial and societal pressures of delivering and becoming a successful man. But never is there a right time to completely let go off your dreams. Become a chaser! Become a runner who despite of falling at every hurdle manages to finish the race and is a hero for everybody. Because a loser is the one who gives up, not the one who continues to be on his travail. He may or may not reach the end of this arduous journey of his, but at least he didn’t give up. At least he didn’t allow himself to be steamrolled under everybody’s expectations. He lived his life, chased his dreams, and died a happy man. This for you is life. It may be a thicket of thorny bushes at times or a bed of rosy flowers, but a traveller on this road would be happy only if he chooses his road wisely and learns that no other but him, is the only person who knows what is right for him. Walk fearlessly on this road with the tenacity to move on despite of all its difficulties, and I betcha, no one would ever be able to stop you from getting what you want!
