The Thought Behind Born Free

Written as part of HARPs Round 5
Team: Butterfly, Points: 3+8+2=13

What I want to share with you today is unlike what I usually post. I’ve seen many ‘identity crisises’ going on around the blogosphere, and that has gotten me thinking- what is the identity of my blog?

The reason my blog is called Born Free was initially this- my name itself means free, and I was raised with constant reminders that I was free to decide my course in life and make my own choices.

But perhaps there’s more to the name than just that.

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At a time that feels like so long ago, I used to think that I was misinterpreted and that I was a part some race of people that was impossible to comprehend. And regardless of the fact that I didn’t understand myself in the first place – and probably still don’t – I chose to sulk about how others didn’t understand my mind.

Without having unearthed what was beneath my skin on my own, I convinced myself that this world was full of insolent, selfish jerks who would never try to look at me as I ‘truly was’. Perhaps that’s an exaggeration on the point, but that is what I thought, plain and clear.

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But I can say that time has removed the jagged edges to those thoughts.

My life was never hard. My family and friends and environment saw to that. Well, more accurate than saying it wasn’t hard is to say that it was easy.
Everything came easily to me, I had everything I needed to live a good, content life. And today I can see that the insolence and the selfishness was not in the world that I thought didn’t understand me, but in me.

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So many people in this world are suffering and I chose to wrap myself in a cloak of troubles I had never faced! My life was such a good one and still, I would write of unreasonable gloom when I should’ve been grateful for that perfectly good life!
I should’ve stopped sulking and stepped out into this beautiful world. I should’ve broken out of my cocoon and have realised that I was a butterfly, and plunged headfirst into the world, powered by optimism. I should’ve stopped feeling lost and tried to find myself.

And that is why I want to do more than vent out pointless feelings. I want to acknowledge and spread and create beauty. I want to show my long-gone former self that I did not come to life to be someone who simply sat and complained at nonexistent problems. I want to be more than that.
I was born with hopes and dreams and a chance to make something good from my days. And you were too.

That is why we are born free, me and you.

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Our Ironic World

You know, just the other day, I was thinking about how wrong everything is. Society is messed up, the world is an avenue of hate, the people are egoistic and vain and crude, and everything is so endlessly and unconditionally wrong.

But as it turns out, our world is an ironic place. Evil comes with good, lies come with truth, and wrong comes with right. That’s just the way things are.

Since the beginning of our kind we have done so much. We have organised ourselves, set up our own worlds, we have recognised beauty and created it. We’ve come here and done things.

Even the simplest things you see around you are society’s doing. The world is as much our creation as it is nature’s. You reading this, and me writing it; there is always someone to thank for the most casual things.

So I feel that sometimes, even though it is most definitely messed up, society needs to be reminded less of what it’s done wrong, and more of what it’s done right.

Dear Inhabitants of Planet Earth…

Let me start by saying that I am just another regular human being in this chaotic world. I have two arms and two feet, two ears and two eyes, just like you. I also have an intricate and functioning body system, the way you do, a gift from nature that I can never fitly compare with anything else. I have feelings, I have rage, I have breakdowns. Today I have a thought to share, because if a regular human being’s ranting is important in the very least, every other being is capable, possibly even more capable, to think the way I do.

This post is unlike anything I have written here before. I have never had a take on writing about serious social issues, but there’s a first time for everything, huh? Looking at the situation we are in right now, I believe that voicing my opinion is important because it is viewed from an angle very different from the one we all look through.

Dear inhabitants of planet Earth, after spending a good time thinking about this, I have a message for you.

You are scientists and artists and doctors and engineers, businesspeople and coders and linguists and teachers. Everything mankind could never have imagined when it came to being, you are today. You are developing, evolving, ever-changing. You are a species with growing ideas, a population with unconditional needs. But have you ever stopped to think…

Aren’t we parasites to the Earth? We suck away what she gives us without a care in the world, without regarding in the least the dangerous amounts we take away from her. How can we claim to be any better than the mosquitoes and leeches that live on our blood? Perhaps, in the case of these insects we hold so lowly, we will only find but one or two on us occasionally, and even then we don’t rest until they are killed. Imagine seven billion mosquitoes sucking at your blood, seven billion leeches crawling over your body. That is what Earth is enduring. That is what she has been holding on her back for centuries, a mass of parasites selfishly tugging away all life from her. And you say she is unclean, you say she is polluted! Is it not you who took everything from her? How can you rip off everything that makes her beautiful and call her ugly?

Maybe you are harassing her and you don’t even know it! I know I am, I know everyone is, in some way or the other! How? When factories rip away the resources she gives and spit out piles and piles of human pleasures, does Earth enjoy it very much? Yes, sometimes it is necessary, for things like toothpaste and soap and more of such, but is it necessary all the time?

People will say “Plant a tree” or “Switch off the taps when not in use” or “Don’t waste electricity”, but really, for every tree planted, hundreds are cut down. For every drop saved, innumerable are sent down the drain. Don’t get me wrong- What people say is true, but it is what we have been told for decades. Today’s carefree generation does not want any more advice, but a reason to care.

And have you thought about that? Why care?

If nature really is a living entity, if you title her your Mother, does she deserve to be treated this way? Is this life a game in which you take as much as you can from her and turn her away? Mass factory production, brutal flaying of life-giving trees and filling their space with tar and cement, this is all stripping of what she has to give us, and when we take more than she can bear she keeps on giving- Do you need more reasons to care?

So what can I do about it? You say. You can get a sapling and pot it, but of course, there isn’t the time. Or you can switch off the lights when not in use, but hey, you never even leave them on! There are millions and millions of things you can do, but most of them are boring and you don’t even know some.

No, I am not going to list out the endless list of things, I am going to tell you the one, simple, doable thing that if done by everyone will actually make an impact…

Do you really need those piles and piles of clothes? Next time you go shopping, think about it. Do I need this, really? And this one single question can do wonders to the world. Before asking your parents for a new mobile, think about it. Do I need it, really? All this production, all this tearing away from Earth nonsense, it is we who can put an end to it. It is we, the population with unconditional needs, who can change the world together if we reduce them. No, you don’t need that pair of jeans to stay alive. You don’t need a new pair of shoes to survive. If you find the life of this noble giver more precious than all of your leisurely possessions, then vow to make a difference!

Today, right now, close your eyes for two minutes and declutter your mind, separate things into what you need and what you don’t. One person can’t change the world, but we can, together.

Please do share and reblog this post and spread the word. Don’t be a parasite, the world needs you!

Happy New Day

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I know I’m insane as much as you do, but yes.
I don’t approve of new year resolutions because they don’t help me in any way.

The whole point of resolutions is to implement things that can make the year better. At least, that’s what most people think. But they don’t seem to figure that aiming at something too far to reach, especially when it is a resolution, is not very likely to be accomplished.

When you make unreachable promises, you become subject to sheer pressure. That makes you subconsciously think that it is a job. Now, resolutions are supposed to be things we want to do, not things we have to do. This pressure makes the task tedious, and WHO wants to do something excessively ambitious and boring?

It isn’t bad to have ambitious goals. But I have been wondering why people think change is only needed when the new year begins.

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Every day is new.

A small, easy-to-accomplish goal set for each day is way better than an unreachable, overambitious new year resolution.

The dawn of a new day is worth celebrating. It is worth remembering that god has given us a precious life, of which every day is valuable. So why not give Him a promise, a resolution, that you will do something new everyday?

Learning something every day doesn’t mean pouring over school books, trying to scrape out something you don’t know to add to your brain’s contents. Doing something else, something you haven’t done before is also a part of learning.

So today, I resolve to

  • Go cycling.
  • Do a bit of watercolor painting.
  • Write poetry.
  • Practice hand lettering.
  • Hunt for new fonts.
  • Learn new Photoshop techniques.

New day resolutions don’t have to change your life. They just have to be things you want to include in your routine and will go against all odds to accomplish.

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Will YOU resolve to do something today?
Have you ever been under serious resolution pressure?

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Frogs

If there’s anything about sorrow
That I have to tell
I think of people as frogs
And sorrow as a well.

Huddled up, some remain
Overwhelmed by their fear
While some, overcome by grief
Drown in their own tears.

But getting out of sorrow
Isn’t very tough.
All you have to do
Is jump high enough.

The Vendor

They cast their hopeful eyes on me
The potatoes in the mound
The mangoes looked cautiously
From their pile on the ground.

The tomatoes’ sight followed
When I looked through their lot.
I shook my head at the vendor
“Is this what you’ve got?

“Tomatoes green and raw!
Mangoes undoubtedly sour!
Who will think of buying them?
They’ll be abandoned for sure!”

The vendor shook his turbaned head
And cast a little smile
“I agree that to realize
It takes quite a while.

“But won’t these green tomatoes
Turn mellow one day?
Aren’t these raw mangoes meant
To be yellow one day?”

Violence

As a quality, non violence is quite good
But see a little differently, if you would.
There’s a little good in every war
If only we see what it is for.

If one brings out a gun and says
“Now, I am going to murder you.”
Will you just stand on the path
Which you believe is of virtue?

Will you not react to what you’ve been told?
Will you think tolerance is being bold?
It is good at times, but you should think
Which quality to own and which to drown in the sink.

Violence is not always wrong
It shouldn’t be used to commit war crime
But to show the good in violence
Chosen must be the perfect time.

So, all who listen, keep in mind
In every thing you can find
Good, but do see it in the right way
Maybe if you will, so will they.

 

Destruction of Creation

I wonder if
you can tell me
not to tell anyone
that they bother me;

For noisy snobs
throughout the world
haven’t disappeared, just yet.
And the day you can
swallow your head whole
will be that day, I’ll bet.

Mountain peaks
clouds of dust
unbroken dreams
all in one piece;
Endless skies
alike the limit
would never drown
in the great seas.

The smell of books
and stupid looks
have not one thing
in them, common.
The peace in hearts
and selfless minds
all are marvellous
beauties, forgotten.

Silken clothes and
golden necks
seem to be for
what we care;
All the dreams
of the hopeful past
seem like they
weren’t there

The music, dance,
culture, tradition
All withering into
heaps of ash,
Like us, humans
treat our motherland
so badly that it
vanishes in a flash.

For all that it took
to create such marvels
Do we destruct
so early?
When did we start
this foolish way
of what is boyish
and girly?

See, not everything is
As easy as it seems
And neither were their
hopes and dreams.
Let us not shatter them
Like mirror glass
For life isn’t just
For letting it pass.

The Beanstalk of Virtue

There was one day when a beanstalk grew…
High into the sky it towered up to the sun,
And then the days of darkness had begun…

The plants stopped growing, the land grew bare.
There was nothing but darkness, like the sun wasn’t there.

A shadow fell over the grass which was green,
the land around was unseen.

A lighthouse on the coast was watching the bay,
when it noticed the night during day.

There a girl who not many knew,
away the darkness decided to shoo.

Out of the lighthouse she came with a lamp,
the air was salty and very damp.

Looked around her and spotted what the dark source may be,
a tall and upstanding anonymous… tree?

She walked to the stalk, and to where it went,
and wondered from where it could have been sent.

She made up her mind to set the sun free
from the boulder that blocked it and all that may be.

She knew she had taken too big a leap
as she climbed over the stalk leaves that were steep

The leaves were huge, the stalk and them alike;
It’d be a pretty place for a hike.

But her tiny black shoes pushed hard against the stem
as she tried to get past it and them.

Along the way she panted and puffed
and sometimes stopped, sat down and huffed.

Amongst her biggest fears was one of falling down
But she didn’t dare to look below her peasant gown

Stumbling and whopping, she went on the track
Now that she’d begun, there was no looking back.

A girl in a lighthouse that she was before
was climbing up a stalk that would soon be no more

As she finally reached the top of her goal…
She saw the Sun, glorious and bright!
With protection it would have been a marvellous sight.

But the rays of the Sun went right into her eyes,
and she fell right from the skies.

She was frightened and in great pain.
She tried to grab the stalk in vain.

One of the leaves got caught in her shoe,
and she tried hard to pull herself up too.

Tugged, she did, with all her might,
but the leaf around her shoe just became tight.

She had the determination in her heart, she had the courage too
She had the concentration in her mind and tried to get towards her shoe

Suddenly, a great creak she heard
and a loud chorus of the wings of birds

She felt she was going down, down, down
to get burried alive into the ground

She opened her eyes and saw many around her.
The curiosity of the moment completely bound her.

The strength of her courage had pulled the stalk down. Or so she was told, she was.
She had done what couldn’t any soldier or any charming horse.

Adventure was what she had sought, and it was what she got.
Over the vast horizon peaks had happened a lot.