Claimer : It's ironic that I am typing this blog. You will find the irony once you finish reading the script. But I did write down a little before I began to type...
I am not here to speak to you about the kites in the sky or swings in the air. I am here to speak about how there was a time when men lived; a time when there was life.
The Tentacles - You are Nowhere
I am not a die hard fan of newspapers. But I do read them once in a while. So the last time I read it I came across an article which spoke of an adversity in nature; "the octopuses are heading away from water". I finished the article with a peculiar question in mind, "Why do we need more octopuses? Humans have tentacles now." So that was a question and an answer.
The state of human race right now has reached a point where they are nowhere.Yes."You are nowhere".When you are home, you are with your colleagues.When you are in office, you are with friends in other offices.When you are dining,you are with Donald Trump.When you are in for a movie, you are awaiting an upcoming movie. When you worship, your eyes are half open to the vibrating box in you pocket. When you sleep, you wake up, scroll and try to sleep. Then you wake up with the "box" on your face. Eat it. And when you were in the washroom this morning, din't your friend know that too?
Octopuses have tentacles
Men had hands.
Now with the species different,
The tentacles common.
Tentacles that type and type and type......
Paper maches - No more
While I was growing up, the world was just beginning to change. Not for me alone, but for everyone. It was more of a re - evolution. Till a year back, if I had bought sheets of paper with the various animal images I required for my science project, now my friend had a box at home connected to another that spat out much more colourful images of those animals. An end to an era that searched, borrowed and found what they needed. An end to learning.
Paper maches let me make
Green, yellow, red octopuses.
But I never intended to bring them to life.
But here they are, typing and scrolling with their tentacles.
The boxes that shut them in
The boxes with the world within.
The boxes that separated.
The Illusion - Created and Accepted
Illusions are fancy.That is exactly what these "boxes" give. But you take your eyes away for a moment and "Baaaaam", your hands cannot wait to get it back, your eyes cannot wait to return, your mind is scared because your mind is not used to reality.Real happiness.Real connect.It does not exist.
The constant need of self - expression and updation. Yes, you are informative. You are knowledgeable.But who cares if you cannot have one-on-one conversation with the person right across you without looking at that "box" at least once every minute.
What you thought right now is right. The entire world runs that way. Then what is wrong? Nothing is wrong.Nothing,because you have no clue how it is to live free and be where you are in the present. Your mind sways from past to future to present to past to present to future with every "type box" in the "box". Your mind is restless,but its not free. Its not alive. Its being taken for a ride.
Reality is way beyond,
Illusion is real for now.
There is nothing wrong
There is nothing right.
I am a raw soul,
Who am I to command you to live out of your box?
The Tiny Tentacles - The Oxymoron
Serene is the face of a new born baby. More beautiful is it's toys and the crib. The boxes replace the toys by the time it's 3 years old. It's not a baby anymore. It gets dragged into the world of illusion right then and the poor soul can never let go. At 4 it takes a selfie by itself. At 5 it chats from it's mother's Facebook account. At 6, the additions are done in the box. And at 13, the Principal calls the parents to discuss on how their child has brought a colourful "box" to school. The parents defend. They defend however. At 16, the parents don't even see their kid outside the box. They never will.
A new life is to be celebrated.
But when it is no longer 'alive'
Nobody cares.
The world is dead
The life, extinct.
Live in a box.Live in your damn shoe box.
Life
When did you last sit in your balcony and enjoy your coffee? When was the last time you went with your husband to the grocery store with a paper list in hand, chatting all the way about the days you were in college together? When did you last speak to your friend over a cup of coffee and a pie? When did you last read a book or rather hold one in hand and enjoy the smell of the pages? When was the last time you looked in the mirror and said "Life is good"? When did you last see a child ride a bicycle down the lane and wished you did too? When did you last kiss good night? When did you close your eyes and feel the calmness stream down your body?
When was the last moment of your life?
