Emancipation
I find the fact that I am driving home at 12midnight alone on highway that brooks no traffic, in a town that is not my own, frightfully unnerving. My own emancipation scares me; the fact that I am responsible for my self alone, and alone responsible for myself.
Life is comforting when seen from the lens of the things that bind us. Limitations are comforting. They edge the horizons of our universe, giving us the parameters with which we can exist and understand our world. Once those parameters cease to exist, or become increasingly permeable, the opaque fluidity of time, notions, values and responsibility muddle and fuzz dimensions. That is when we step, albeit unwilling, into the realm of Emancipation.
Not all of us are looking to be emancipated. Some of us prefer our golden cages.
(‘Cages’ is such a cruel world. I wish I could come up with something else as a substitute. But I can’t)
Emancipation
How one plays with words. (I sell them too cheap).
What is emancipation to one is abandonment to another. It’s another one of those ‘half full, half empty’ debates.
…and like all those optimists lining their clouds with silver, I too succumb most reluctantly to the sunny side of the street. After all, insanity is perpetuated. As, I am told, is melancholy. And melancholy feeds a fumbling mind, which if thrown over, has very little hope of returning to normalcy.
SO, the coin falls. HEADS. We’ll call it emancipation.
6 people went to watch a movie. The new Bond. 2 couples left hand in hand (they were cold. The cinemas are freezing here). One went home to his three month old baby and wife. And one came home to an empty house (no maid also).
Maybe we read too much into things. It comes down to the bread and butter of life (pudding any one?). Food on the table et all. THAT debate.
It seems more poignant somehow because the weather is so divine.
Not that it would have made a difference in a full house.
But ………
Then again, its emancipating………or is it?
Emancipation I believe is the new noose in exchange for the old one. But there is a self imposed noose.
Life is comforting when seen from the lens of the things that bind us. Limitations are comforting. They edge the horizons of our universe, giving us the parameters with which we can exist and understand our world. Once those parameters cease to exist, or become increasingly permeable, the opaque fluidity of time, notions, values and responsibility muddle and fuzz dimensions. That is when we step, albeit unwilling, into the realm of Emancipation.
Not all of us are looking to be emancipated. Some of us prefer our golden cages.
(‘Cages’ is such a cruel world. I wish I could come up with something else as a substitute. But I can’t)
Emancipation
How one plays with words. (I sell them too cheap).
What is emancipation to one is abandonment to another. It’s another one of those ‘half full, half empty’ debates.
…and like all those optimists lining their clouds with silver, I too succumb most reluctantly to the sunny side of the street. After all, insanity is perpetuated. As, I am told, is melancholy. And melancholy feeds a fumbling mind, which if thrown over, has very little hope of returning to normalcy.
SO, the coin falls. HEADS. We’ll call it emancipation.
6 people went to watch a movie. The new Bond. 2 couples left hand in hand (they were cold. The cinemas are freezing here). One went home to his three month old baby and wife. And one came home to an empty house (no maid also).
Maybe we read too much into things. It comes down to the bread and butter of life (pudding any one?). Food on the table et all. THAT debate.
It seems more poignant somehow because the weather is so divine.
Not that it would have made a difference in a full house.
But ………
Then again, its emancipating………or is it?
Emancipation I believe is the new noose in exchange for the old one. But there is a self imposed noose.
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