Tirades of a Drunken Vagabond
There are just too many thoughts inside my mind and there is no way I can put them in order to separate the logical from the illogical drunken tirades of a youth stricken with a restless desire and insatiable appetite for adventure and the tryst for beauty unspoilt.
There is so much to learn on this planet and its crazy how we as a human population are just wasting our infinitesimally short time on our little rock by simply refusing to see that which lies right in front of our eyes.
Our planet is going up in flames on all quarters and we just don’t want to wake up from our comfy sleep. Its like we are connected to this huge life support machine that feeds oxygen to our lungs and glucose to our brains and we are just happy being as we are – asleep. Its one thing to want to go away from reality for three whole hours aided by the colorful coquetry of Shahrukh Khan and another thing completely to deny ourselves the most primeval right that we posses as animals born free - that to live and to live to the hilt. I wonder how we could do this to ourselves – each and every moment alive.
Do we not see the pain and torture inflicted upon our own kind and rather agree to look the other way? Even worse – if we do look, we look only at the parts that may seem beneficial to us, which we could use to extend our already inflated social images of celebration. As long as there is no liability, as long as we don’t lose our make up, we are ready to walk half a mile with a candle and sing songs written by minstrels of a bygone era when the human mind still had the ability to think freely with wisdom and without fear.
And this aint a phenomena that happens in our little corner of the world alone. Its everywhere you turn to look. Who till this day has stood up for the millions who have lost their homes to wars driven by the selfish desires of a handful of bureaucrats and politicians? I know this sounds cheesy and clichéd but it is a fact nonetheless that we cant deny to overlook any longer. Cause the longer we deny it the longer becomes our existence the existence of a bloody machine, nothing more than a brainless slave toiling day and night to feed his/her children and his/her egoistic desires of self-glorification. There are obligations as individuals – towards our families and towards our social relationships. But at what cost? Are we ready to lose all human dignity in order to feed our hunger for food. Children orphaned by the wars and diseases of older, wiser men agree. They would. But they would never act like the most refined result of millions of years of evolution and the critics of art and music belonging to a generation of human beings who are nothing more than dust now.
Throw away our caches of Leonardo and Ray – cause we don’t deserve to guard them any longer. Throw away the guitars and the sitars which can no longer strum a revolution. Trash the books that don’t have a voice loud enough to wake up the sleepiest of dragons from its comfy nap after a hearty dinner of fresh meat and pull it out of the cave to slay it. What use is our so called advanced sense of culture if all we can feed with it is our inflated egos? The ego of the Homo sapien. Crazy about our latest whacky i-phones and cool reggae hairstyle. It begins and ends with the hairstyle. The music is lost to our deaf ears. For all our advanced communication technology we still can't broadcast a civil war right into the homes of our conscious citizens – coz oh, if you didn’t notice, the technology fad was just a gas balloon. Our citizens need not see the gory part. The blood that has colored the once green pastures of our beautiful rural scenary ruby red. They are satisfied boycotting film festivals which don’t really matter to 90% of the population anyways. Who cares how many die in the ship breaking yards of Kannur everyday or the terrible heat waves of a Desert city springing up in all its glass and air-conditoned glory? Who gives a damn whether children – human and animal, are sold off to flesh trade markets of their own respective sorts? Tanzania is too far away, though once I read a book which brought it into my dreams. Tel Aviv is even farther - though my mouth had once watered for its kebabs and fish fillet. Greenland and South Pole – do they even exist? Do they even matter?
Hey Mr. Al Gore, don’t go into so much trouble to run after a childhood dream. The Dreamers are dead. And the ones who still walk the earth in the garb of innocuous middle class office goers and students shorn off youth and vitality – their colorful feathers fading under the black and brown robes of urban slavery, want to die off as soon as possible. They don’t want to fall in love and follow the most primordial rules of all life on the planet – to have their spirits passed on to their offspring and make their love immortal. Cause they don’t want their children to be born into a world so dead. To be part of a civilization which is only a shadow of what it used to be – adventurers and seekers of knowledge. Conquerers of adversity, minstrels composing praises of Gaia. Wanderers and vagabonds who bridged all impossible distances with their courage and curiosity. Just to taste the surf on their skin on a stormy night . Just to be with the stars on the highest mountain passes. Just to breathe and feel the lungs expand with the green air of the rainforest. Just to sing, to dance, to laugh and love. To live without fear. To love without fear. To be born and to die a free soul. A fraction of a breath on the lifeline of this vast planet.
Our planet is going up in flames on all quarters and we just don’t want to wake up from our comfy sleep. Its like we are connected to this huge life support machine that feeds oxygen to our lungs and glucose to our brains and we are just happy being as we are – asleep. Its one thing to want to go away from reality for three whole hours aided by the colorful coquetry of Shahrukh Khan and another thing completely to deny ourselves the most primeval right that we posses as animals born free - that to live and to live to the hilt. I wonder how we could do this to ourselves – each and every moment alive.
Do we not see the pain and torture inflicted upon our own kind and rather agree to look the other way? Even worse – if we do look, we look only at the parts that may seem beneficial to us, which we could use to extend our already inflated social images of celebration. As long as there is no liability, as long as we don’t lose our make up, we are ready to walk half a mile with a candle and sing songs written by minstrels of a bygone era when the human mind still had the ability to think freely with wisdom and without fear.
And this aint a phenomena that happens in our little corner of the world alone. Its everywhere you turn to look. Who till this day has stood up for the millions who have lost their homes to wars driven by the selfish desires of a handful of bureaucrats and politicians? I know this sounds cheesy and clichéd but it is a fact nonetheless that we cant deny to overlook any longer. Cause the longer we deny it the longer becomes our existence the existence of a bloody machine, nothing more than a brainless slave toiling day and night to feed his/her children and his/her egoistic desires of self-glorification. There are obligations as individuals – towards our families and towards our social relationships. But at what cost? Are we ready to lose all human dignity in order to feed our hunger for food. Children orphaned by the wars and diseases of older, wiser men agree. They would. But they would never act like the most refined result of millions of years of evolution and the critics of art and music belonging to a generation of human beings who are nothing more than dust now.
Throw away our caches of Leonardo and Ray – cause we don’t deserve to guard them any longer. Throw away the guitars and the sitars which can no longer strum a revolution. Trash the books that don’t have a voice loud enough to wake up the sleepiest of dragons from its comfy nap after a hearty dinner of fresh meat and pull it out of the cave to slay it. What use is our so called advanced sense of culture if all we can feed with it is our inflated egos? The ego of the Homo sapien. Crazy about our latest whacky i-phones and cool reggae hairstyle. It begins and ends with the hairstyle. The music is lost to our deaf ears. For all our advanced communication technology we still can't broadcast a civil war right into the homes of our conscious citizens – coz oh, if you didn’t notice, the technology fad was just a gas balloon. Our citizens need not see the gory part. The blood that has colored the once green pastures of our beautiful rural scenary ruby red. They are satisfied boycotting film festivals which don’t really matter to 90% of the population anyways. Who cares how many die in the ship breaking yards of Kannur everyday or the terrible heat waves of a Desert city springing up in all its glass and air-conditoned glory? Who gives a damn whether children – human and animal, are sold off to flesh trade markets of their own respective sorts? Tanzania is too far away, though once I read a book which brought it into my dreams. Tel Aviv is even farther - though my mouth had once watered for its kebabs and fish fillet. Greenland and South Pole – do they even exist? Do they even matter?
Hey Mr. Al Gore, don’t go into so much trouble to run after a childhood dream. The Dreamers are dead. And the ones who still walk the earth in the garb of innocuous middle class office goers and students shorn off youth and vitality – their colorful feathers fading under the black and brown robes of urban slavery, want to die off as soon as possible. They don’t want to fall in love and follow the most primordial rules of all life on the planet – to have their spirits passed on to their offspring and make their love immortal. Cause they don’t want their children to be born into a world so dead. To be part of a civilization which is only a shadow of what it used to be – adventurers and seekers of knowledge. Conquerers of adversity, minstrels composing praises of Gaia. Wanderers and vagabonds who bridged all impossible distances with their courage and curiosity. Just to taste the surf on their skin on a stormy night . Just to be with the stars on the highest mountain passes. Just to breathe and feel the lungs expand with the green air of the rainforest. Just to sing, to dance, to laugh and love. To live without fear. To love without fear. To be born and to die a free soul. A fraction of a breath on the lifeline of this vast planet.
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