Long ago, when I was maybe about 11-12 years old I had a dream. I used to play and watch this wonderful sport, idolized these guys with their colours, orange, blue, red and yellow. In a few years when I was connected to the world via the internet I did all sorts of research, talked to.people who were as passionate as me and actual riders and also found where to start. My mum encouraged me but soon I was told it is not for me. There is no future with it, and that you must study and be a reputable man in the things that you can do. So yes, I realize now, I was evaluated a long ago before actually trying it out for real. With that chapter closed I had given up on all sorts of vehicle interest or the desire to ride any motorcycle. After a couple of years I started liking the music that I hated. I once described music to be something that people with really no taste would enjoy, despite being trained in vocals for half a year. I couldn’t bear it then, but I not only could bear it I enjoyed it, now, and maybe also because I was actually making music on the guitar. Many years passed music remained constant. My humble and true friend, whatever the time. So, after completing my b.sc I enquired if I could pursue music as a career. Take an actual course and while doing the thing I loved maybe make a career at it. I was told the same, a thing not for me, and also that it is for people who have it in them not for me. I wouldn’t be able to do it, and surely my family wouldn’t support it and encouraged me to do it after I get a job no matter how old and how my brain juice would remain be. So, I suck it up, admitted that maybe I was wrong and carried on to the same field I completed my bachelor’s in. Even though I was unable to pursue it as a career I stuck to it and have made and created music since then, but my course had shifted and I became less and less familiar with my second love. A couple of years later, after getting rejected every place I gave an interviee at for about 4-5 times, i finally looked at the mistakes that I made and found the third love of my career, that is being ricocheted from everywhere else, something in my course of study, animation. However, I am being told to pursue an MBA or an MCA. Why? Because it is not for middle class people and certainly not for someone who has been rejected at interviews. So, I ask myself, what more do I need to love to do? What more will I be forced to swallow before I actually end up having nothing , despite doing everything as asked but nothing as I want?
Do You know what leeches are? I bet you do, but I am going to remind you again to link to you what I type here and what I want you to learn. Well, leeches are… leeches. One fine day you decide that you want to go to a swamp because you have an undesirable liking for the place that people usually detest. So, you go there and you walk through it. You roam around hacking and slashing your way to and back. Upon reaching dry land and sitting down for leisure you feel a little odd down your spine. You move your hand over it and feel this sticky, slimy, throbbing, pulpy piece of filth on your skin. You are captivated by disgust, shock and fear. So, what do you do? Well, either burn it a little or pull it out and throw it to the swamp it crawled into you from. That’s what leech is, it sucks your blood, that’s it. It is what they do, their purpose and their way of life. They don’t know that. Because to them, sucking your blood is a natural process, but, to you, it is chore of the lowest specie. No hateful games just plain disgust. Now, in our folks, we have a saying, “tez khua”, which translates to blood sucker. We call people blood sucker as gruesome and cruel as it may sound, which, to me, seems no different than sucking the life out of you. Of course, this, we mean it metaphorically. Blood flows through your veins. It gives you life, it keeps you alive, it is what keeps you going. Your assets, physical and mental, your happiness, your treasures, goals, ambitions, and shit, those are the things that keep you going and those are the things inside of you each minute of your day. But, every now and then, a leech leeches on to your feet from a swamp and you do not notice. You only realise it when you either feel that uneasy feeling that leeches produce or when you are drained out of blood. You have nothing to do, now, yes? All that you can do, now, is to take a toothpick, unhook them, and throw them back to their loving swamp until it leeches onto some other adventurer’s feet and continue their innocent chore all life long.
Leeches are dangerous. It is not necessary for you to live with them. Unhook and dispose of them when you spot one on yourself before it is too late, for your own life, because you owe yourself love.
The idea of one ness is scary. I will tell you why and by the end of this post, I hope you understand the reason behind it.
I see people saying One united World, No boundaries, no more presidents, one united belief, one world order, one world under God, and I see them every day and have been hearing it in songs since years, now. But, even though White Lion’s When the children cry made perfect sense and are one of my favourite tunes from one of my favourite 80s bands, the line One united world… under God, stood out and has been stuck in my head ever since that 13-14 year old self. Well, you see, first, it has got the coolest line, “One united World” which is pretty awesome and totally correct for any logical and rational and all the al’s, but One Unite world… hm… Let me dive deep, now. We are a diverse species. Sure, we are one specie as a whole, but you know and got to admit that we are the most diverse and cultural beings on this planet. No two person share all of the same views, hence no two sages and authors wrote the same names in heroic battles between Gods, Evil, and Man… well… maybe, but we are taking samples here. Now, we have many religions on this planet, and just like many religion, many followers and many non-believers. Now, suppose, X who is a non-believer/believer starts a revolution, and compels the world leaders and they all negotiate and shit, and they come to the conclusion that hell yeah, man! One Unite World! So, next, no borders, no nations, no rulers or dictators, no pressure to be a better country, no more individual, separate religion, what’s next? Well, nothing, really, nothing evil. We progress from then on. We race to the stars, we make alien contact and all the sci-fi shit and every one is great at what they are doing, right? No more worries, happy days! 🙂
Well, not entirely.
What anime like DBZ has taught me is that there is no end to problems and shit. Sure now all ya optimistic folks would haunt on me. BUUUUT, read me out, for a few more lines, why I insist on being a pesimistic fool. For starters, there are douchebags in every group. A black guy can be an asshole as much as a white guy. A brown guy can be as aggressive as a yellow guy. Now, I am just talking about colors, not specifically any race because, you see, then, there wont be any racial crime, so I guess it would be totally cool to call a black guy black, a pale guy white, a brown a brown, and yellow a yellow. Now, for the record there have never been unnoticed instances of people who look similar group together. And there also hasnt been a case of a forming tribe or clan to attack another. Now, again, we have a problem, you see. Although, we would be very far ahead in time and knowledge to be encouraged to revolt on trivial matters, but, we are human and it is human nature as much the cells and all the chemicals around to bond. We all bond. Everything bonds. Sometimes, for the better. 🙂 Now… the problem… problem… ah, yes! A herd of sheep, locked together, wolves in disguise one sheep as the shepherd. How do you control the situation? Would you rather have a division… nations, power keeping rulers, safe keeping its people and the ideologies and the varieties, or would you have a singular catastrophe that could and would potentially wipe us all out?
Who gives the morning sun
To light a million smiles?
Who writes the suites of passion
To turn joy from a peasant’s cry?
Who blames himself
When doubts deafen the soul,
And overcome sadness
To escape from what people mould?
Dawn, sweat and dusk,
All ways lead to one
That an end is must
For those under the same sun.
Are we given a life, as a gift, or do/did we earn it?
Either way, I have often come across this line that we should live it as if it were the only one and the last one. But restrictions have been put on us, as disciplines, as a set of rules. (I am sure I am making you annoyed by revolting against this Idea, but I do not mean it as that. Bear with me a while) Even if someone were to go back into time, to some pre-historic day, had he not followed a certain (although primitive) discipline, there would be a certain doom, either in the form of sharpened stones, or in the fangs of a Sabertooth or under the trampling of The great Mammoths. You shall think, “Yes, there has got to be certain limitations!” But if there is, you should know that these certain limitations doesn’t require to be the same for every person, or bird, or fish or animal on this planet or any being beyond our knowledge. Nay! I don’t mean to bring you down. Look here, just as some birds are meant to fly, some are meant to dive at blistering speeds and swim in the grand Pacific. Just like some birds have majestic feathers that basically act as a booty call 😛 (sorry about that!) others have the gift of picking up terrestrial wavelengths that go beyond the fathomable engineering and technology of the stars of respectable studies of man. I could say so much, buuuutttt! the meaning of it all, the meaning of life, so easy to assume and so hard to learn. Religion and Science, have spent so much, time, dedication, blood, sweat and tears, to figure it all out. To see if it all makes sense! We have sent Eyes up into the skies and Eyes inside our minds to pierce through the cosmos and our origins, respectively, and found that we are a piece of puzzle ( if not a fragment of a piece of puzzle). So, if Life is a gift, if you surely believe, it must be only logical, that we should instead of dividing this great puzzle, should integrate ourselves into one and complete the picture that displays the meaning of us all, as one. Should we not fulfill our unity? Do you not think even if we do not attain/achieve the meaning of life, we would atleast know what it looks like?
So, it goes without sayin’… All is one…