Savages. Cannibals. Slaves.
He looked at me through those clear, shiny brown eyes and I gazed back at him straight into them. He seemed so peaceful. He didn't have a smile on his lips but his face smiled. He was happy...
Those eyelashes never closed on those eyes emitting purity. His gaze went through my ocular nerves and straight into my brain. Never even moving his mouth, he talked to me, he questioned me, he taught me all at once. He asked, " So, this is what I have become? A man full of pressure, a man wanting to be answerable to the world, a man trying so hard to be honest that he's losing the peace of mind he was gifted with. A man with responsibilities and expectations. Hmmm.. That's what I have become." That is all he said. I tried to find a fitting reply but in vain. Somehow deep inside, I knew, he was right. It was ironic.. Just like people say,'Nobody knows you, better than yourself' I might not know myself but that five year old Me pointed it outright into my face. He came along with a smiling face and left me haunted. Scared, i quickly shut off the screen and the picture of a young me disappeared but he had got the thought wagon rolling.
Honestly. What are we? Civilized people? Bah. I don't think so or rather we do not understand the true meaning of civilization. We're hungry savages. Cannibals, rather, wanting to feast on others for our own sake. 'Life is a race, run fast or get trampled upon' An old saying. I doubt, was there anyone, even a single person thought that,"Yes, life IS a race but I need not necessarily be trampled upon. What if I step aside and let the other person go and have his so coveted first place?" All of us burdened under the sad excuse of a responsibility to be the best, to be No.1, to be well-known, world renowned, famous! Why?
Why can't we be hungry yet satisfied in our own sense? Why not try coming fifth, have the satisfaction of completing the race and give yourself a pat on the back for coming fifth rather than not coming first and then say to yourself that I tried my best this time and I shall be better next time? We are mental slaves. Itching for more and more and more in every circumstance. Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery.
Heavy words for a young man who hasn't seen the outside world but this was what that picture, which was re-opened by now, taught me. I looked at the 5 year old me. He was peaceful because he wasn't a savage, neither was a cannibal nor was he a slave. Try looking at baby you, see what he was and see what you are now. The times change. Change, unfortunately, is inevitable.
Those eyelashes never closed on those eyes emitting purity. His gaze went through my ocular nerves and straight into my brain. Never even moving his mouth, he talked to me, he questioned me, he taught me all at once. He asked, " So, this is what I have become? A man full of pressure, a man wanting to be answerable to the world, a man trying so hard to be honest that he's losing the peace of mind he was gifted with. A man with responsibilities and expectations. Hmmm.. That's what I have become." That is all he said. I tried to find a fitting reply but in vain. Somehow deep inside, I knew, he was right. It was ironic.. Just like people say,'Nobody knows you, better than yourself' I might not know myself but that five year old Me pointed it outright into my face. He came along with a smiling face and left me haunted. Scared, i quickly shut off the screen and the picture of a young me disappeared but he had got the thought wagon rolling.Honestly. What are we? Civilized people? Bah. I don't think so or rather we do not understand the true meaning of civilization. We're hungry savages. Cannibals, rather, wanting to feast on others for our own sake. 'Life is a race, run fast or get trampled upon' An old saying. I doubt, was there anyone, even a single person thought that,"Yes, life IS a race but I need not necessarily be trampled upon. What if I step aside and let the other person go and have his so coveted first place?" All of us burdened under the sad excuse of a responsibility to be the best, to be No.1, to be well-known, world renowned, famous! Why?
Why can't we be hungry yet satisfied in our own sense? Why not try coming fifth, have the satisfaction of completing the race and give yourself a pat on the back for coming fifth rather than not coming first and then say to yourself that I tried my best this time and I shall be better next time? We are mental slaves. Itching for more and more and more in every circumstance. Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery.
Heavy words for a young man who hasn't seen the outside world but this was what that picture, which was re-opened by now, taught me. I looked at the 5 year old me. He was peaceful because he wasn't a savage, neither was a cannibal nor was he a slave. Try looking at baby you, see what he was and see what you are now. The times change. Change, unfortunately, is inevitable.
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