Sunday, October 31, 2010

Start something of your own

Like the salad, our minds are all dressed up. We believe we are highly educated. Maybe each generation has the same belief. We think we are more urbane, classy and chic than our grandparents. We think we are an open minded generation. But the question is “are we getting anything fresh?’’ It’s like the mind is kind of all dressed up but nowhere to go!

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It’s a scary and horrifying truth that we do not know who we are, why we are here or where are we going in this chaotic world. We depend on the authorities to show us direction. The political, the religious, the educational authorities, they all combine to give us orders, rules, regulations, information – in the process forming our minds, our views, our opinions, our principles and our lives. We become enslaved by the authorities’ view and diktat. It is very difficult to think for yourself. It is very difficult to question authority.


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All religions are primitive. Some years back there were many gods. Now there is only one god. If and with only one god, you no choice or option. You only submit to god. I think the word Islam means submission. In Christianity you kneel down. Each religion has its own way to make you feel small. Visit the church and the Padre says “Son, you are a sinner". The message is clear - Zip up your trousers, give the money to the church and they will give you a room up in a hotel in the sky.

I wonder why we do not start a religion of our own! Perhaps nobody wants to be a social dropout.

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Of late, I have come to appreciate that I am not too proud to have accomplished my sales target, month after month, quarter after quarter, year on year, or to have been picked by a much sought after MNC, or to have attained a promotion for my ‘contribution to the corporation’. I have come to realize that at one time or the other, I was just an anonymous institutional corporate worker who drove to work each morning in a SUV, joining the long line of commuters, getting stranded in the traffic, and drove back home each night to have whiskey. I was like the several million middle class, liberal, cerebral robots.

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