21. Good bye
What must be the number one priority in life?
As as a kid, they tell -- “your priority is to get good marks in school, behave well, and be obedient”.
As a teenager, they tell you -- ‘Your priority is to get good marks, and think about future”
As an adult -- “ Your priority is to find a job, make money, marry, have kids, and have a secure life”.
THEY dictate OUR priorities. Nice!
But, really, What must be our priorities? Let me tell you what my priorities were.
As a kid, I just wanted to play.
As a teenager, all I thought about was sex and knowledge.
As an adult, all I want was to find myself.
But, all those wants, Did I want them because I was forced to do something else?
The mind wanted me to play because I was forced to go to school.
The mind always thought about sex, a bit too much,because of the sexual frustration brought on by the conservative society.
The mind wanted knowledge because lot of things this society taught didn't make sense.
I wanted to find myself because I was lost.
What would a child,teenager,adult want if he is not forced to do anything??
Here's the thing -- even if people stops forcing their will on you, the nature would still force its will on you, and that is -- survival -- survival of the human body.
As a child we need nurturing from parents, and we need their love. Different needs at various stages of our lives, and dependency on people for those needs, makes us want our wants.
Our needs dictates our wants, even if they are polar opposites. Then wants becomes needs. A cycle.
That begs the question -- What do a human being really want in life? Are our wants dictated by the circumstances? Does an absolute want exist?
I needed money,fame, and comforts; and I spent time and energy to attain them, and I attained them, but I lost myself in that process -- I lost my happiness. Now, I want to find myself and find that happiness. Needs and Wants.
Yes. I wanted to find myself. isn’t it your first priority?
Please! Be honest to yourself. Have you ever got up one morning, and asked yourself, “ What the fuck am I doing? Why am I not happy? Why I feel like a prisoner of my own mind, even after following all the rules of the society, the same society which promised me heaven if I followed all its rules and conventions?”
After the hunters and gatherers discovered farming, after forming their societies and villages, after finding the so called ‘civilizations’; one guy got up on the stage, and said, ‘Look, this is how we are supposed to live. This is how we are supposed to procreate. This is how we need to stone 'crazy' women to death. Because, if we don’t, this whole fucking society will collapse. That’s why, this is blasphemy; that is taboo. We need to believe in god, because god gives us rains. And then we need to follow a religion. We are not supposed to kill ourselves, but we can kill others. We must wage wars. Because you know my friend, if you don’t defeat them, they will defeat us. Lets do the farming..but hey ..we need fertile land..okay..lets invade that place..that civilization. Lets kill them all…or better..let them be our slaves. Morality? Power is the only morality. Yes, sir, You got to be powerful. Hey woman, you are weak, you are a slave. Woman, if you don’t behave, this society will collapse. The whole burden is on you. The future of the society is on you, and you can only save it by being a slave. Hey boy, take care of her. Keep her in the golden cage. Let her crave for sex and love. That’s your duty, my dear son. You gotta work. You are not supposed to rebel. The society will fuck up if you rebel. Work, Work, Work…Money,Money,Money…that must be your only priority. Kill people, back stab friends, bribe…and in the end if you are rich..all is fine. We, the society, sanction it. But, who am I? I am only you. I am not something different. I am the program which keeps you in line. You know, we created this great concept called -- ‘Fame’, and we conditioned everyone from their childhood to crave for it. Yes, it is the drug we gave you. Crave for it idiot. What?? You don’t want fame? You are a rebel, You will be responsible for the destruction of this utopia. You need to ostracized, you need to be outcasted, you need to be spit upon.Say yes for conventions. Say yes for money.Say yes for fame. No to hunters. No to dreamers. Please don’t think. Well, if you think something good, may be we will honor you posthumously.”
Clap..clap..from the audience.
Okay, lets stop talking about humanity.Lets stop talking in generalities. Lets talk about certain kind of people, those kind of people who are in minority in majority. The kind of people who are hunters in this world.
Let me ask you this, What happens to hunters in farmers world? Fucked?
But, part of the soul of minority is in the soul of the majority. So, we have to come again and talk in generality. Every farmer yearns to be hunter. I became that yearning, I am that yearning.
Every man is a hunter in heart. Every man is always hunting for truth.
A man will find himself only when he finds his truth…what ever it is.
How can a man find himself, and there by find happiness, if he didn’t make peace with his memories?
A man’s only priority in life is to be happy. Simple!
I wanted to be happy. The money didn’t give me happiness. The cars, big screen Tvs, diamonds, gold..didn’t give me happiness.
Mother was a memory of a mystery. I didn’t love her. I just wanted to find what happened to her. I just wanted to make peace with that memory, by solving that mystery. That was all.
Fuck the god..if he says to me that it is not my priority.
Mother is not mother. Mother is Me.
It is just pointless to tell a hunter to farm.
It is just pointless to stop a person who is in the pursuit of truth.
“Dad, You are mad. The whole world is mad. It is a mad,mad,mad world.”, I said as I picked up my bag, and stepped out of the house.
Goodbye, Dad.
And then, I went in search of truth, in search of my mother -- a mother to the humanity, in search of my happiness.
Continued here..
What must be the number one priority in life?
As as a kid, they tell -- “your priority is to get good marks in school, behave well, and be obedient”.
As a teenager, they tell you -- ‘Your priority is to get good marks, and think about future”
As an adult -- “ Your priority is to find a job, make money, marry, have kids, and have a secure life”.
THEY dictate OUR priorities. Nice!
But, really, What must be our priorities? Let me tell you what my priorities were.
As a kid, I just wanted to play.
As a teenager, all I thought about was sex and knowledge.
As an adult, all I want was to find myself.
But, all those wants, Did I want them because I was forced to do something else?
The mind wanted me to play because I was forced to go to school.
The mind always thought about sex, a bit too much,because of the sexual frustration brought on by the conservative society.
The mind wanted knowledge because lot of things this society taught didn't make sense.
I wanted to find myself because I was lost.
What would a child,teenager,adult want if he is not forced to do anything??
Here's the thing -- even if people stops forcing their will on you, the nature would still force its will on you, and that is -- survival -- survival of the human body.
As a child we need nurturing from parents, and we need their love. Different needs at various stages of our lives, and dependency on people for those needs, makes us want our wants.
Our needs dictates our wants, even if they are polar opposites. Then wants becomes needs. A cycle.
That begs the question -- What do a human being really want in life? Are our wants dictated by the circumstances? Does an absolute want exist?
I needed money,fame, and comforts; and I spent time and energy to attain them, and I attained them, but I lost myself in that process -- I lost my happiness. Now, I want to find myself and find that happiness. Needs and Wants.
Yes. I wanted to find myself. isn’t it your first priority?
Please! Be honest to yourself. Have you ever got up one morning, and asked yourself, “ What the fuck am I doing? Why am I not happy? Why I feel like a prisoner of my own mind, even after following all the rules of the society, the same society which promised me heaven if I followed all its rules and conventions?”
After the hunters and gatherers discovered farming, after forming their societies and villages, after finding the so called ‘civilizations’; one guy got up on the stage, and said, ‘Look, this is how we are supposed to live. This is how we are supposed to procreate. This is how we need to stone 'crazy' women to death. Because, if we don’t, this whole fucking society will collapse. That’s why, this is blasphemy; that is taboo. We need to believe in god, because god gives us rains. And then we need to follow a religion. We are not supposed to kill ourselves, but we can kill others. We must wage wars. Because you know my friend, if you don’t defeat them, they will defeat us. Lets do the farming..but hey ..we need fertile land..okay..lets invade that place..that civilization. Lets kill them all…or better..let them be our slaves. Morality? Power is the only morality. Yes, sir, You got to be powerful. Hey woman, you are weak, you are a slave. Woman, if you don’t behave, this society will collapse. The whole burden is on you. The future of the society is on you, and you can only save it by being a slave. Hey boy, take care of her. Keep her in the golden cage. Let her crave for sex and love. That’s your duty, my dear son. You gotta work. You are not supposed to rebel. The society will fuck up if you rebel. Work, Work, Work…Money,Money,Money…that must be your only priority. Kill people, back stab friends, bribe…and in the end if you are rich..all is fine. We, the society, sanction it. But, who am I? I am only you. I am not something different. I am the program which keeps you in line. You know, we created this great concept called -- ‘Fame’, and we conditioned everyone from their childhood to crave for it. Yes, it is the drug we gave you. Crave for it idiot. What?? You don’t want fame? You are a rebel, You will be responsible for the destruction of this utopia. You need to ostracized, you need to be outcasted, you need to be spit upon.Say yes for conventions. Say yes for money.Say yes for fame. No to hunters. No to dreamers. Please don’t think. Well, if you think something good, may be we will honor you posthumously.”
Clap..clap..from the audience.
Okay, lets stop talking about humanity.Lets stop talking in generalities. Lets talk about certain kind of people, those kind of people who are in minority in majority. The kind of people who are hunters in this world.
Let me ask you this, What happens to hunters in farmers world? Fucked?
But, part of the soul of minority is in the soul of the majority. So, we have to come again and talk in generality. Every farmer yearns to be hunter. I became that yearning, I am that yearning.
Every man is a hunter in heart. Every man is always hunting for truth.
A man will find himself only when he finds his truth…what ever it is.
How can a man find himself, and there by find happiness, if he didn’t make peace with his memories?
A man’s only priority in life is to be happy. Simple!
I wanted to be happy. The money didn’t give me happiness. The cars, big screen Tvs, diamonds, gold..didn’t give me happiness.
Mother was a memory of a mystery. I didn’t love her. I just wanted to find what happened to her. I just wanted to make peace with that memory, by solving that mystery. That was all.
Fuck the god..if he says to me that it is not my priority.
Mother is not mother. Mother is Me.
It is just pointless to tell a hunter to farm.
It is just pointless to stop a person who is in the pursuit of truth.
“Dad, You are mad. The whole world is mad. It is a mad,mad,mad world.”, I said as I picked up my bag, and stepped out of the house.
Goodbye, Dad.
And then, I went in search of truth, in search of my mother -- a mother to the humanity, in search of my happiness.
Continued here..
4 comments:
"Fuck the god..if he says to me that it is not my priority."
what a line! such grammar, such decency and such intricately woven plot summary in one sentence? unbelievable.
can you write anything that is worth a read? if you aren't slashing comments on God you give your pathetic opinions on Cinema. This is nothing more than spamming. Please write something that makes sense. A for apple and B for ball for starters. You might get to meaningful writing in no less than.. say.. a 100 years? yep. that should be enough.
u read my mind.
http://vamseekamana.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-silence-of-my-solitude-novel-part-19.html
writing is puking..not abt plot,grammar,or structure..
The purpose of an anal outlet is very clear. If you put it out on a forum though, you might get variegated opinions. This is because this world is filled with 6 billions minds that think in way more than 6 billion ways. This means everybody has an opinion on everything. Some minds look at somethings in a darker perspective and just because they think that way, it doesn't make their perspective right.
Just because some wayward author said writing is like toilet wiping your ass with a toilet paper doesn't make it true. Practice does make perfect, but in your case, your bad writing is yielding only bad writing. Get that to your head. Read more than you write. That is the best way to improve your writing. Not by spamming on Google. Because an arab who fucks camels can do that too.
Although I've written a lengthy comment and sound like I want you to improve at writing, all I am trying to say is to stop thinking of yourself as the next Howard Jacobson and get a fucking life. Leave my feeds alone.
Ceasar, You are right. I suck at writing.But, I have a story to tell.
Look at this way, a poor guy living in a hut with poor grasp of any language and story telling abilities, got this burning desire to tell a story. Thats me.
What feeds u talking about???
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