Freedom Is Just A Word

Hey you.
How are you?

Those 3 words I just typed, I ask them everyday, a million times to everyone I meet in all the languages I know those words in. But I dont know how many of them I actually care about. How many people's replies to those 3 words will actually affect my state of mind. But I still continue asking this question everyday and will continue to do so till I exit. Why? Because I might just start caring.


Now, onto what this post is all about.
What is freedom?
Most people spend an entire life never answering that question. And if you think a 16 year old can answer that in a blog, you should probably go read something else.
I know people in my family, and even teachers from my school who have tried to capture that would get them freedom and failed miserably. One who found that freedom was less freer than what he just escaped and another who found freedom in what he once despised.
Point is freedom is not something we all want. Freedom is an opposite of what one currently has. Freedom is a perspective different from reality. Different as in an altogether 180 of reality. The other side is greener. And most of the times when you cross the road, you get run over by a truck. Most of the time we're like bugs, fascinated by the lamp but unaware that touching it is gonna burn us. Fascinated by the outside but fail to see the glass that stops us from going through.

Freedom is a concept that we have to understand, we may never truly understand.
Freedom is in Manual labour. In driving a convertible car with the wind rushing past your face. Its coming home to a beatiful son/daughter. Its living life on your own terms. Its yourself. Its Literature. Its Music. Its Chocolate.

And while this is freedom to you it may be what I'm trying to free myself from. That is perspective.

All said and done, we all fight for freedom, live for freedom. But how do we know we actually have it? I dont know.


But, as ever, there is a possibility (isn't there always?) that what I've written is all wrong and there is no freedom. For all we know, that may be the truth.
Maybe accepting this truth is freedom.


Think Again. Maybe Freedom is just a word. Another word for life.
So find life. Find life in your life. And you've found freedom.


A Free Man,
V



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Now Listening : Coil-Opeth
Day That Never Comes - Metallica

Now Watching : Traffic. Muscat Traffic.

Just Read : The Blue Nowhere - Jeffery Deaver (Awesome Book)


Now Dreading : The Approach of the Exam

Its Because You Disagree

Hello,
The FIFA World Cup Final is running in front of me but I'd rather stare at this screen. Why?
1. I'm not much of a football person
2. This has turned out to be one boring match.

All our lives we work and then procrastinate and blame everyone other than ourselves for the absence of a vacation. And when you are on vacation, what do you complain about? Exactly. Nothing.

Maybe conspiracy theories are all wrong. Maybe there'e no peace on Earth merely because that's not possible. Why you ask. I, being the generous one, shall oblige and enlighten you. Its because when things are perfect, everything is short-lived. I understand that the logic takes a while to settle.

Picture this.
Your neighbourhood, your school, your friends, your life were all just perfect. It actually takes an effort to imagine this in the first place. Now, what next? How would you actually choreograph a life where everything is perfect?
Now you go back a paragraph and read again and agree that its not possible.


But like all problems in the world, a solution exists. And its not a complex equation or a long Bill or Capitalism. Its one word. A word that I associate with one great man. Einstein.
And the word : Relativity.


Perfection is not possible, but relative perfection, I believe, is very much attainable.

But where there is relativity, there is perspective. And where there is perspective, there is everything you and I love about humanity.

When Morgan Freeman explains the beauty of free will in Bruce Almighty its more than profound to say the least.
That whole movie is a symbolic reverse of yesterday's notions. That the white man is greater. Whoever decided to make a black man play the role of God, God bless him.

Even if you never realized the symbology, your sub conscience accepted it. And that is the beauty of it.
And by giving his powers to Bruce, he establishes equality among the races, and in his own way ending the debate once and for all.


Now you may agree, disagree or laugh at what I've written above. And its because you can and will. And thats why you are human.

And its learning to weave acceptance and tolerance in the wee gaps between prejudice and irrationality that perspective produces that helps each one of us become a better human.

Take any random person, and you will disagree on 99 things but agree on one.

And that Ladies and Gentlemen, is the Beauty of it.




Hoping Someone Scores Soon,
V

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Now Reading : Not Much
Now Listening : Suno Aisha - Aisha
Revelations - Audioslave
Just Watched - Titanic

In another note, its about time Indian Music channels take a break from Reality TV and start playing some bloody music.

London,Thou Art Awesome

Its bin a hell of a time to sum up the rest of this post. Got back from London this morning and I'm really tired. Sleepy, hungry and tired. Hopefully will get some sleep. A long time back I used to wonder why I keep saying hopefully and not maybe or surely. Why not something more concrete than hope. I know why. For a while now. In the life that we live, filled with the avoidable yet inevitable complex emotions, something hanging loosely left for our own comprehension is so much better than the dead end that definition gives us.

Put it this way, even if I confirm something you're totally psyched for and are happy to no limits, what I've assured you is all that you will get. If I give you hope (which I will) then I leave you to comprehend the extent that the hope will reach and the possibility that things may not take place. And make you ready for it. In other words, when you anticipate and digest the worst, only then, can you truly, completely enjoy the best.


And that is the most thoughtful thing my mind has produced in a while. Which has been a stagnant place. Sleep, food, Tv, music , sleep is all I've done which left hardly any room for any thought. Vacations man, don't judge me.

But that was till London came along. Spur of the moment plan from Dad. And we were off.

I'm of two minds here. Whether I share the experiences of London or leave you with hope to comprehend to your own likes.

I'm gonna go with the second. If you know me and we meet and talk, I'll end up sharing things with you but here, its better off to leave you to imagine.
I did the same things, tourist attractions, blah blah blah.

What really made the trip awesome is a conversation for a time later than this. Hopefully.


But I'll tell you this. A part of me is still in London. Somewhere in the Tube Stations, or at Wimbledon, or at The Apple Store/Ferrari Store in Oxford Street or at the convenience store where I picked up my stuff.

And just like I said above, I hope I get to go to London again. And this hope shall help pass many a boring night to come.

But where London disappears, Stagnation reappears.


Hoping we do have that Conversation,
V


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Now Reading : Top Gear Mag
Now Listening : Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd

Cheers

Part One Of Many

We're both first timers here. Myself, a virgin blogger and you, you're just a first time reader. So I doubt we can wave hands and hug and greet each other like we're good old chums.

Till we get another word for what I do, lets just call me a writer.I am a man of many words, fullstops, commas and recently semicolons thanks to C++. I started posting small pieces every month on facebook (which will be up shortly over here on archives) and due to peer pressure form all the great writings out there and from a few friends, here I am.

We're not really dating so I'll save you the introduction and everything other than my writing.


I just finished watching Wake Up Sid, and I have to say its a pretty good movie. But they ruined the ending.
Actually, most movies have messed up endings. The kind that make you feel somebody's tampered with the original essence of the movie.
Like here, Aisha and Sid say they love each other. Why?
Most times in life, the good guy doesn't win. The villain with more money and political influence eventually forces the good guy into submission. He doesn't win the glamorous chick and they sure as hell don't live happily ever after. Then why do all movies have a happy ending?
In Wake Up Sid, why do they turn a perfectly dysfunctional friendship into love?
What is love, really? Propoganda, movies and retards like Stephenie Meyer (I have not read the book nor seen the movie, mind you!) change the entire meaning of love. Its not an elevated friendship neither is it infatuationally boosted conversations. I don't know what love is myself but I'm sure its not any of the above.


This blog is not a late movie review service. Its me, in words.

If you like, follow. If you don't , there's a small 'X' on the top of the window to close it, do that. But if you're uncertain, hit F5, you never know, my next post may help you confirm.


Im not really known for first impressions or for making you want more form the beginning. So like all progressively good things in the world, give me some time and you'll realize I'm an acquired addiction.

Cheers,
V

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Now Listening : Drive - Incubus
Now Reading : The Fountainhead - Ayn Rand
Now Feeling : Energized, thanks to Phet's contribution, the rain.

To New Beginnings

I'm going to start off by saying that I really like the title I gave to this note and I hope you do too once you're done with this.

School ends tomorrow officially, but it ends today for me. I'm happy when things come to an end. happy or sad or even just a break. Its good to have some change, some variety and some more sleep. In case you haven't already figured out, I sleep a LOT .

To further explain the title, you need to watch Fight Club. In the scene where he threatens the dude outside a mall who wanted to be a vet. He takes his ID and promises to return it only when the dude makes an attempt towards becoming a vet. All this is done at gunpoint, btw. Tyler does all this. And his sidekick says all this was just a bit too far.
Then comes the best dialogue in the movie (after you are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world)
He tells him that when he wakes up the next day, he will look at life differently. The breakfast that he eats the next morning will taste better than any meal You or I have ever had.

I've seen this movie a lot of times but not recently, but this struck me only now. Things like this, I hope, are happening all over the world. But why must new beginnings, correction, effective new beginnings be only achieved by force? Why cant we change ourselves by ourselves? Why must someone else do the painful task of making us realize that we dont control shit of what happens in our lives?Why?


Truth be told, I dont know.


Do me a favour. If life has been monotonous for you, repetitive, uninteresting, boring or anything has been in the way you dont like it. Pick up your gun. Place it in your temple and let the one of your dreams, the one you want to be, take control. Let him/her talk to you and tell you how the life you deserve must be and how life you currently live is. Let the one who has taken backseat all this time, come alive and dictate the terms of the sorry excuse that you call a life. Listen like the listener you've never been and learn like the learner you've never been. The dreamer may be unrealistic but you have to agree, he/she has more patience than you do. That should suffice for credibility.



If you've not yet reached the part where your life has turned in the opposite direction of your dream (like me, a student) then see what you can learn from the dreamer for right now. When we begin newly, by ourselves, its a totally different thing. Tomorrow's breakfast will taste better.


This time, I'm not going to be the buzzkill by saying I listened to my dreamer, hope you do and abruptly sign off. Like I said, New Beginning, there will be changes.

These summer hols I'm going to put an effort (just an effort, mind you) into the subjects that I actually give a fuck about. I'm going to sleep only after I'm satisfied with what I did with the day, academic or non- academic related. I'm going to re- understand what it feels like to actually be on top of things and not be in a constant battle from below. I hope I can keep this spur-of-the-moment promise. Its bin a long time since I kept a promise to myself. So, a New Beginning to that as well!

I've always considered this line or related lines a cliche, but I guess its a true cliche.
Its not the end but the beginning.



In other issues, I want to start a blog. Peer pressure of all the writings out there. So watch out, my next post may just be from my blog.
If you've been a patient reader, hope you liked the title now.
If you did, raise your glass and make a toast To New Beginnings. Hopefully, there will be many more.



Hoping New Beginnings aren't forgotten as soon as they were conceptualized,
V





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Now Playing : Somebody Told Me - The Killers
Now Feeling : Sleepy
Now Reading : The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini