Category Archives: Freedom

The Solitary Reaper

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{Dedicated to The Buddhist … “Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”}

They say being solitary is often a sign of weakness. An indication to those willing to join forces with you, to be ware. A hermit, some may call, an anchoret, the others. The reaper is judged for existing this way, for there must be some reason, why one chooses to be this way. A scandal is what they are looking for so they can gossip about, sitting by the pool in a fur. Hoping that it (scandal) be better then their own so they can escape and be society’ own.

But my dear friend, they (the world at large) are nothing but noise, laughing, frolicking at other’s fortune, believing it to be misfortune. It is a choice, a tough, often option less choice, yet a choice, to exist in solitude. To chose not to be or to be, is after all a choice too. (Yes, it really is a choice.) Because the Noise around us likes being loud and enjoys screwing its point right into our brain, we often are forced to hear it out, if not listen. And at this point, we would have concluded that something maybe wrong within, after all! Right you are, the point is wrong, absolutely!

The Solitary Reaper does not need people to be confident for he knows he is a valuable person, on this own. The confidence comes from within, when he learns that he is braver than he believed and stronger than he seemed. Being in solitude with one’s self is a remarkable force in itself. It requires a lot of courage and with time, it only makes you stronger, independent of the Noise and at peace with yourself. Solitude teaches you not only to be your best friend, but also to observe mundane things in an unconventional way, in a new light. Above all, solitude gives you the luxury of being alone with your thoughts. So appreciate the silence, talk to that inner voice, and see where all it leads you! This is my promise to you, my friend, the new place where you will stand next, is nothing short of an adventurous journey. Cherish the moment that you are in now, for this will be the pedestal for all your future happiness.

So hold your head, nor high, nor low, but richt between your shoulders. Remember there is no rhyme nor reason to exist in solitude except that solitude is positive. Fill your self with it and you will see that you light up the path, on which you walk alone.

P.S. you know where I will be, when disillusion replaces your light within.
look into your soul, for that is where I will be, your inner voice, who also walks alone.

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Freedom is always attained by those who wish to be Free

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Dipti Butani, hope you’re reading this one. Coz this ones’ for you! 🙂

At the stroke of the Midnight Hour, I shut the paperback that I was reading and head to close the balcony door. My neighbor had invited me for the ‘Independence Day Bash’ that she was throwing, but I decided it was wise to just curl up in my sofa and finish reading Midnights’ Children. Well congratulations folks! It’s another public holiday and for those in India, what a long weekend! I wasn’t born back then and nor were you; unless you’re my dead grandfather and reading this from wherever it is that they sent you (RIP); but the day has been scratched in my memory since childhood. I loved waking up at 5:30 AM (DST) only to switch on Door Darshan and watch the Prime Minister deliver his ‘Address to the Nation’. But now, I will just watch it on youtube! 🙂

India and Indians all over the world have achieved a lot of fame, name, blah blah blah. No doubt we are the world’s 10th largest economy and the 5th fastest growing economy; 1 point ahead of ChinaTown! I could go on and on and on about my home country. But that’s not the point I’m trying to make. You have Wikipedia for that.

The point being made is this – are we really free? (hey u have heard this one before? Guess what? Now u can read it too). On August 15, 1947, India may have obtained release from the shackles of a few men who brought us order, justice and prosperity. No, I’m not an Angrez left behind. Im an Indian, true to every mm of my Indian Heart. Lets go back in history and think about the various wars waged on the pretense of acquiring fertile lands, expanding boundaries and above all the penultimate greed of commanding absolute power! One man’s greed skilled thousands of Indians to fight against their own brotherhood. We were free back then too, so why couldn’t we choose any wiser? On the other hand, the chains imposed by a few Gora Sahibs, skilled millions of Indians to stand together and fight those against their brethren. No matter how short lived the freedom struggle (C’mon what’s a couple of 100 years compared to centuries of wars waged in the name of righteousness, God, the Emperor, and whatever you’ll have) ; it gave us this message – it is only at the brink of our tolerance do we find the courage to fight back!

But why wait – that long? Till we are pushed to walk the long narrow plank? Till our heads are pushed down, our backs broken and our foot cracked by tilling the soil for the Angrez Sahib? The answer, dear friends, we all know. Though our versions of it may be different, but at the end of the day, we are still Indian and even especially back then, anyone and everyone was superior to the brown man.

No matter what the history, I believe that every saint has a past and every sinner has a future. However, it’s really sad to see today, the future that was worried about yesterday. We are back to fighting against each other. Be it at the Parliament House or the Ambani House. The Mango People (Aam Janta) are back to tilling the soil, only this time its filled with shit. But someone’s gotta work the plow to get the dough, rite? So we cock our great Indian head to the side, plaster the evergreen Indian smile on our face and get working on the shit; with our heads so low, that we have the world thinking its some new yoga-joga thingi.

I sometimes feel that Indians ought to be adopted by Disney coz we believe that someday someone will come and rescue us of our misery. Or even Yash Raj Films will do; after all, they too believe that someone somewhere is made for you! Bullshit! No Prince is coming, there ain’t gonna be another Mahatma and you know why? Coz we cannot be that Indian who followed the Mahatma wholeheartedly. Lighting a few candles, partying in khadi clothes and saying Jai Hind twice a year is not the India Gandhi led. Let’s face it, we are a different India, a different generation of ideas, but the best part is, we can still work the system, not because we are Indians and therefore born genius, but because we are a Constitutional Republic. In simple terms, the so-called government is a representative of We the People.

So it’s time to wake up my fellow Indians and those foreigners who consider themselves Indian at Heart! India is not corrupt; We the People are! India is not filthy; We the People are! It’s time We the People awaken from our fantasy and switch on the television/Laptop/Smart Phone as only few minutes remain for the Prime Minister to ‘Address the Nation’! I know the guy is a bit slow with his speech, but he’s old, more educated than us and more importantly, our ‘representative’, so let’s show a little respect, shall we?

Happy 65th Independence Day, O Mother!

P.S. Dipsy the Gypsy – got carried away in my own address! Every time we talk about being free, I often think how? It’s so complicated now a days, just like everything else… the speech recognition tool, getting the perfect mix of wasabi and soya sauce, men… blah blah blah. But whatever little sense my sabbatical has knocked in my bird brain is this – Be what everyone has been, be what no one has. However, you can only be free if you let yourself be!

On a totally different note, welcome home honey!

Do what your Heart wants you to do

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Off lately I have met a lot of people who keep throwing this line around “do what you do best”. Other versions include, but are not limited to: “do what your heart wants you to do”, “take a break, smell the flowers, feel the sunshine on your skin”….

Now close your eyes, and think of these things – sunshine, flowers in a meadow, the warmness of the sea water, smell of freshly baked lemon cake… Im sure the visuals are as good as the sound of these things. Often in life, we are so bogged down with workload, personal stuff stresses us out and no points for guessing but most of the ‘stress’ around us often finds its core within us. I find it very ironical (now) that we need to take a break to relax and feel sane, be it for a short while. The rest of the time, we are all on the track running neck to neck with each other and trying to prove our worth in today’s world.

The last time I checked I was running too and for a split second I forgot about the race and felt the sunshine on my skin. The sweat bead sparkled in the newly found light and I stopped running. I noticed the sign behind one of the runners as they lunged forward and it read “eat my space dust”. what an amazing thought! If we all are to think the same way, then for sure, we all are heading the same way! yes, we are heading out into outer space… beyond the realms of sanity. I continued standing on the race track, alone, letting the sunshine engulf me and for the first time in a long time, the smell of wet mud hit me. It felt as if it had rained … indeed it did. Somewhere, I could hear the sprinkler doing its rounds of water. I smiled and realized how alone I was standing there on the tracks. There was no one around me. Just me and my thoughts. I smiled to my self. Something I thought I had forgotten to do.

I dont have a passion for anything in my life. There is nothing to look forward to in life.  I dont have to be somewhere where I dont want to be. I dont wake up to anything or anybody. There is this emptiness in and around me and it doesn’t bother me! Infact, now, I can listen better, I can think clearly. There isn’t anything that my heart wants me to do. But it did teach me to slow down or maybe stop once in a while and enjoy the scene. So now, Its just me and my thoughts.

P.S. and it feels great!