Monday, April 23, 2012

Zombies


Have you ever felt moving in a world replete of zombies? Hordes of people running daily— to schools, colleges, offices and fields. Skipping breakfasts. Missing sleep. Paradox is this is called ‘living’. Everyone’s robotic life moves so systematically. A child is born and is spanked on the ass to breath, milk feeded till its old enough and then taught how to walk, talk, eat and shit. Till here, even animals and birds have the same life. Poor kid is then impelled to go to school—the hording continues. They study their asses out and for what? Well to get their asses furthur spanked in the job. Then get hassled and jostled in the marriage and create ‘responsibilities’ called kids. It is then considered a long term liability to raise them and parents say they can’t depart from this world before fulfilling their worldly responsibilities. If it weren’t so tragic, it would have been extremely funny. Dude you wouldn’t have had any responsibility if you hadn’t decided to screw your wife without prophylactics—so you could have departed at the age of 26!

The odyssey doesn’t cease here. People, as they had lost their childhood dreams during childhood itself, make their children’s dream their dream. They jump at their child’s success and spank them at their failures. Paradox number two. Dude what is your life for? Have you forgotten that. Your life is your own. To fulfill your dreams. To chase your ambitions. But you chose what? To create responsibilities that didn’t even exist in the first place and devoted your time to them! Effectively, what you have done in life is void.

Then comes expectation part. Parents expect from their ‘responsibilities’ to do what they want. Why dude? Have you created some machine or a robot? Paradox number three is when they say their children have gone out of hand! They went out once—when you pulled them out from the uterus, once and for all. But no. It doesn’t happen. What is fed into kid’s minds is crap called moral responsibility. Since you have been raised by such hard labour by your parents, it is your responsibility (read contract) to support them. Why dude? Is the value to a new child is equal to a future contract?

And what is this shit called moral responsibility? Why is it considered so fancy to do social service or to help others? Everybody does just the same. Tell me how many people live for themselves. Children study beacause they are sent to school, some do work to fulfill their parents dreams, most work so that their children can be raised effectively—so when have you worked for you? Where has your life lost in this maze of responsibilities most of which you needlessly created. You are convincing yourself that your life has some purpose—even if it is fulfilling some responsibilty you need not have created in the first place.

The problem is that the system doesn’t let you think all this. You are the slave of this system. You follow it because there all other roads seem blurred. Babies are turned into children, children to mindless slaves. Where is the freedom—the virtue considered most important?

This system works because of fear. People are discouraged to take risks and carve their own road. What sailers did when they set their ships to face unknown oceans, what adventureres did when they pushed to extremes to reach south pole, what scientists did when they set foot on moon, what hackers did when they cracked open all systems considered invincible, what criminals did when they refused to follow the system—they explored unknown territories. They refused conformance with set laws and rules and framed their own. They lived life as it should be lived.

In the end you all are going to die. It doesn’t matter whether you died in an office sofa while working 24*7 or you died as a beggar after living a life full of adventures. Only need is to realise that it is your life—not that of your parents, your “created” responsibilities or of anyone else. You are free and can do whatever your heart says. Be a child even when you are old. Be free.

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