I watch a lot of serials. You know that, right?
So, not been writing nothing, just completed “The Wire”. It feels bad though, not writing, but Wire was awesome too, no doubt.
India, or should I say Indians recently celebrated “Independence Day”. It was the 65th time they elevated the essence of the word ‘freedom’.
It is kind of flawed perception though, as to how we perceive ourselves, it’s hard to say, “I’m free”. Nowadays, it’s like all are bound to some social and subtle innuendo of theirs, standing up to the tune of national anthem like they can relate, while all they can think about is something else, important cooking in their head. For the very same reason, I often feel if there’s a point to this repeated day and it’s celebration, and I conclude that there is, yes indeed. Forgive me, if I am not able to come up with a better explanation in the following lines, since guilty I am too.
Many of us perceive freedom as a right that endures limitless comforts and powers, like if we were free we would have done so much better, we would have changed the world and chopped down those hands that constrain. I hope you realize that this ‘we’ character(s) has his perception of a world where he must enjoy the added incentives, he might be willing to share, but that part of world, ‘he wants it’. It’s individualistic, it’s the same mistake I made earlier when I doubted if I am free. We still celebrate the day, but like an individual and so the meaning of freedom that ought to be relevant to India, or a nation, a community has been lost or misplaced somewhere. To regain the spirit, all we have to do is measure prosperity since that first Independence day, the absolute and the relative. Being individualistic is not bad, we are biologically programmed to do so, it’s beneficial to us and to the society, but freedom essentially requires that our actions are moral, and responsible, for if we were to take a decision today that influences several others, we better find a way to achieve our goals and at the same time be justifiable to the many, of any implication that they might endure, positives or negatives.
It’s not hard, it’s just so damn righteous that we neglect. Standing up for national anthem is just a gesture, it’s the first step, the second is all about what goes inside that head. The repetition over the years, provides with an opportunity to stand up again, to initiate that first step, the second is all on you.
In the afternoon of 15th, on Independence Day, I took a train journey, thought a little of our history, with music on, watching the glaring grass from the window pane. It was beautiful and pen worked fine.
to catch renditions
rather take a break today
to commemorate heritage.
callow fields addressed
by men, their women
for scads of alien souls,
envy fests my faculty,
ruminating if my job,
the contribution was as
read, listened on occasions,
weight endured never felt
self pitied sufferings,
hoping silent faces around
benefited for forward walk.
in past remembered
always, while as a token of exult
we have, Independence Day.