Value

The last couple of weeks were quick to go by, rightly so, since speed with which time flies is directly proportional to the happiness contained in its moments.

So this fortnight, in the midst of all that happiness,  the following ideas courteously presented themselves in my drawing room, sat down with me for tea and politely conversed with my idealism-fueled angst. This angst is one of my closest and longest friends and I cannot bear to see it thrashed- I rely on it to keep my passions alight. But there it was. Beaten up black, blue and black some more. 

First, there was 'the question of following one's dream'. It turns out, there is no question about it after all. Its the dream that follows. Or rather, haunts. Its like malevolence or a beautiful poem, it seeps down to the minuscule windows in the lungs and billows and billows, till one is ballooned. Then one can fly away or float up like a bloated, not to mention dead, fish.

Second, there was 'the question of the evil corporation'. The evil corporation was somebody's dream. The evil corporation makes money because people want to consume the thing(s) they make. The evil corporation,with their evil dream can afford to support thousands of people and their children for the rest of their days. Can your dream do that?

Next, there was 'the idea of 'apres moi, le deluge'. Apparently, rather than be something for the young to fear, this concept is more a hope for the old.The world is just switching on and off, winking as if it were a giant eye, on the face of a giant joke.

And 'freedom'. There is no dearth of freedom fighters, but there is the dearth of a fight. There are no locked cages here. The key is choice, there is always the freedom to choose.