life...?
"it was dark in there. no sound no light. the only voice i was used to was that of my pounding heart. i felt that this is it i am in existence and this is the world i have to live in. i accepted my habitat and felt that this is good nothing matter my existence....nothing matters my LIFE.
i was happy. so happy that i started dancing and jumping. BUT WAIT whats happening everything around me is moving and its life this world is about to end. DAM WHAT IS THAT. so white and i cant see beyond it. OH WAIT where am i moving its like this white light is trying to swallow me. NO NO NO STOP!!!"
and this is how every child comes out of her mothers womb in those dangerous hand of doctor, still tied to mother by umbilical cord.
"OH WHAT IS THIS, so much noise so much..light. its so different than my black world, so WEIRD. all i feel is safe when i close my little eyes and try to go back in same black world. but that noise still prevails. what all just happened. i am hungry i need nutrition."
and then the child starts crying so his/her mother feeds him/her till he is satisfied enough back to sleep ...in his fake black universe where he feels relaxed.
this is how life starts...right? BUT i say this is where life ends. just when the child is born or even before his birth this world starts planning his assassin program. the weapon they use is know to us well and we all are familiar to it....its called EXPECTATION.
before his birth, at least in India, everyone starts EXPECTING if he is a boy, if you are you new born child then good u began this game well enough. if u aren't then either you may have a crucial life or its your good luck if your first and foremost guardian whom you called parents are good and ACCEPT you. BUT stay alert my friend this ACCEPT favor wont stand by you forever. you also will have to fight with this weapon called expectation.
the next instant of his life the child is assigned A NATIONALITY, A RELIGION, A CAST, EVEN GENDER. through out your life if u question this all assigned property, that isn't yours and you are forced to live with it, you will get wounded by words. "AND REMEMBER ONLY WORDS BLEED.." the intensity of its pain isn't defined on a scale. it may be as small as pinning pin or you may mentally die listening those heavy words.
in this coming life every breath may either make you alive or may bury you even deep. starting from pre school to higher school at every instant you either get bullied by someone or lose arguments with teachers. every word that u listen becomes a reality and u start living in it. parents expect and so you fight. not to reach your destination but to reach some place that sharmaji's son or mishraji's daughter is at. you start living in reality that has been created for you for 60% your sake and 40% your and your family image sake.
at every point your uncle wants you to come 1st or your aunt want you to go to USA to study or you grandparents want you to get 9 pointers... and that's where your parents make you to run behind something you never have thought of. you are just trying to get the situation and here comes something new in world and boom you will find yourself in a rush in a crowd where you find everyone running behind something that is undefined, no one knows what will satisfy your need what is highest award one can get running blindly with these crowd. and as they said
" ....in India parents want their child to stand different to be unique to create miracles but force their child to follow the crowd.."
still you survive. you get married and have a beautiful wife and children and there again these cycle starts from square one. the only difference this time is you are the one who is running rackets and following so called trends blind fold.
as i told you died the day you where born. the one right now reading this blog is not you. from past many years the one living is a man made to fight and survive expectations and back fire such expectations.
just think of a moment where you dont expect. where you dont think about what he or she or they will say if u do this. think when last time you sat and smiled at this going cycle of life. you wont find any such till i know.
so is this life...
you died the day you where born but still are surviving every night.
for me its not..
in this coming life every breath may either make you alive or may bury you even deep. starting from pre school to higher school at every instant you either get bullied by someone or lose arguments with teachers. every word that u listen becomes a reality and u start living in it. parents expect and so you fight. not to reach your destination but to reach some place that sharmaji's son or mishraji's daughter is at. you start living in reality that has been created for you for 60% your sake and 40% your and your family image sake.
at every point your uncle wants you to come 1st or your aunt want you to go to USA to study or you grandparents want you to get 9 pointers... and that's where your parents make you to run behind something you never have thought of. you are just trying to get the situation and here comes something new in world and boom you will find yourself in a rush in a crowd where you find everyone running behind something that is undefined, no one knows what will satisfy your need what is highest award one can get running blindly with these crowd. and as they said
" ....in India parents want their child to stand different to be unique to create miracles but force their child to follow the crowd.."
still you survive. you get married and have a beautiful wife and children and there again these cycle starts from square one. the only difference this time is you are the one who is running rackets and following so called trends blind fold.
as i told you died the day you where born. the one right now reading this blog is not you. from past many years the one living is a man made to fight and survive expectations and back fire such expectations.
just think of a moment where you dont expect. where you dont think about what he or she or they will say if u do this. think when last time you sat and smiled at this going cycle of life. you wont find any such till i know.
so is this life...
you died the day you where born but still are surviving every night.
for me its not..
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