As soon as you’re born
It all starts right when you’re born. They give you a code (called “name” and not understandable to you at that very moment), they will ask you to do what they want or they couldn’t. They call it life.
You grow up a little, your mind flows-over with a hell lot of questions. But whenever you ask them for an answer, they turn their faces to you and give a disgusting look (I’m not talking about all of them obviously!). You keep on thinking… Newer ideas keep coming on to your mind… You start to answer your wonders… And suddenly… Your thread of ideas get nipped at the bud! You are forced to think in their way (singular obviously ’cause the ways are all the same…).
You grow up more. You’re now going to school. Here comes a stream of newer problems. Exams, scores et cetera. You are now bound to do whatever your teachers (!!!???) ask to. You have to leave your imaginations, stop thinking and answering your wonders right at that point of time. You are assigned to a code once more. And a performance-meter, which you’ve to carry through out your life, is attached to you from that very time. But you are not stopping to do what you wanted to… You keep scibbling on the back pages of your notebook, drawing funny things (I remember all my notebooks were flooded with funny pictures…), even writing poems (those bearing no meaning at all…)… And all of a sudden your teacher finds out that you are not attending the class with full attention; he/she throws you out of the class or detain you or even slap you hard… Again your imaginative mind gets hurt.
You keep growing up. Your thinking has matured a lot. At this point of time let’s make an assumption: the performance -meter, attached to you, tells that you performed well (although thrown out of class for several times). You find yourself in a college now. Of course a good college or university. You have made them proud with your performance though not a single one is bothered about your own say or will. You find and face (of course you have to face!!!) new troubles there too. You are threatened to attend classes now though you find a wide world outside the classes.You keep on making yourself perfect at what you wanted to do all the time. You, now, want to be yourself but… … Everybody knows it!!!
You grow up again. You finished your education… Better be called studies. You are in a job. Now again you find new boundaries, whole new set of protocols. You are now responsible not only for you but for the concern you are in also. At any point of time you could be thrashed by your superior(s) with a lot of bitter-sweet words. You have no time to dream now. You’ve lost your imaginitive mind. You’re now totally disillusioned (was the dream an illusion???). You are a money-earning-machine now.
Oh! One thing I missed… While you were in your college days, you were not alone. There was someone very special to you whom you loved very much. Together you dreamt of a better day, longed for the sun to rise after a pitch-black night, sang songs for change and painted your future. Now that person is still there standing by you or you’ve got a new company. But that person is also in the same situation like you now. That person is very wise. He/she stopped dreaming and became practical(?).
Now you are married. And luckily you’ve a kid. You have given the kid a name… …Next is what? The same rotation or… … ???
Is this what we live for?
Tell me one thing? Do you believe in Evolution? If you do, then there is at least some-billion-years-time for your arrival in this (not)-lonely blue planet. Is this what the universe longed for you?
Do something… At least leave a scratch… That might make a history, might not… … But at least make a try…