free time + dirty brains
My thoughts are my own and they have no particular provenance except probably in my own head. I am not a rebel but I can’t fit snug into the “society” either. It is not because I am a nerd but it is more so because social acceptance has never been my priority; rather, individual fulfillment has been my prerogative. Now why do we need to bluff? Let’s take the hypocritical mask that we are wearing and take a more realistic purview of the life we lead. I am sorry if I am jolting you out of your surreal creations but hullo the ride is over and time to go home to some harsh facts.
Like it always seems logical, let us begin from the beginning. We were not born this way were we? I don’t believe we were born craving for the people to accept us, else we would be born in an evening suit complete with a designer label, we never wanted to be absorbed into the society else we would practice crying in more mellifluous tones that impressed people around. We didn’t care what junta thought else diapers would never have been invented. Then when does the individuality that we once had as babies wear off? An immediate answer to that questions that any enthusiastic reader (poor soul) will have is that it begins when we tend to become aware of the surroundings we exist in
But before we satisfy ourselves with that repartee, answer another query, what are the surroundings that we are talking about? Is it the family? The people outside the family? Or that guy who lives down the street and has 21 cavities. Well, then Who is it that we should bother to be in coherence with? And now I guess I have no answer. And I presume so do you. It bothers me not to have an answer to that question and I wish it bothers you soul too, because we are talking about acceptance without being able to decide where our society ends and where do the other strange Martians live!
I am sure I have made myself even more obscure than to begin with. And anyone who feels this is some recondite piece of waste, then please consider revising that decision because this is Your life and You ought to be the first one to know that its your unspoken right to live it the way you wish to and not be in conformation with a set of archaic traditions that some antediluvian geriatric septuagenarian who can no more breathe has made, but before you jump the wall let me warn you that this right has the biggest responsibility that goes with it. And it reads
“DON’T HURT A SOUL”
By
Oruganty
Like it always seems logical, let us begin from the beginning. We were not born this way were we? I don’t believe we were born craving for the people to accept us, else we would be born in an evening suit complete with a designer label, we never wanted to be absorbed into the society else we would practice crying in more mellifluous tones that impressed people around. We didn’t care what junta thought else diapers would never have been invented. Then when does the individuality that we once had as babies wear off? An immediate answer to that questions that any enthusiastic reader (poor soul) will have is that it begins when we tend to become aware of the surroundings we exist in
But before we satisfy ourselves with that repartee, answer another query, what are the surroundings that we are talking about? Is it the family? The people outside the family? Or that guy who lives down the street and has 21 cavities. Well, then Who is it that we should bother to be in coherence with? And now I guess I have no answer. And I presume so do you. It bothers me not to have an answer to that question and I wish it bothers you soul too, because we are talking about acceptance without being able to decide where our society ends and where do the other strange Martians live!
I am sure I have made myself even more obscure than to begin with. And anyone who feels this is some recondite piece of waste, then please consider revising that decision because this is Your life and You ought to be the first one to know that its your unspoken right to live it the way you wish to and not be in conformation with a set of archaic traditions that some antediluvian geriatric septuagenarian who can no more breathe has made, but before you jump the wall let me warn you that this right has the biggest responsibility that goes with it. And it reads
“DON’T HURT A SOUL”
By
Oruganty
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