the Hole in the Wall

Today the greatest Irony of mankind is our education system. I know, I am addressing to the set of people, who are of explicit conventionality and who strictly conform to pre-defined standards of propriety. We deal with society as something finally squared and settled, with no room for freaks (that's what we call them).

Generation after generations we pass on the legacy of traditions and orthodoxy in bid to standardize and homogenize society. We perceive the world through the dark glasses of conventionality. We measure abstracts on numeric scales (how stupid). Beauty has to conform to butt and bust measurements. Brain has to conform to the stereotype answers to silly questionnaire like:

• What quality do you like most about yourself and why?
• What is the one feature you'd change about yourself and why?
• What is your definition of success?
• If you could change one thing about the world what would it be?

There are schools and teachers all around us. We all belong to one or the other school of stereotype copycats or birds of the same feather (thought). In other words we are nothing but prisoners in the walls around us and our originality rests in peace somewhere buried deep under the wall.

Guys, break free from the bondage of relativity. Nine-eleven the high-rise of hierarchy of  status and class. Enjoy individuality. Write your own script without copying or overwriting someone else's.

Dig a hole in the wall. Look, someone is reaching out for his zipper and soon he will be aiming at the wall around you.

Long live Pink Floyd!!!

Do You Earn It?

Wife called him 'Sergeant' and kids addressed him 'Sergeant ji'. If any of his friends called out 'Ram' (his real name), he would be irked and would instantaneously counter with the amendment.

The behaviour surprised many. They thought 'Ram' was a godly name and how a person could have objection to such a heavenly name.

His old father came along one day and called him by his name. As usual the sergeant tendered the correction. Like many others, his father was not surprised but was shocked by this sudden metaphor. The old dandy was reluctant to post at the changed address.

The perplexed father questioned his son's title fetish.The sergeant replied, "This I earned for myself. That you gave me, and I prefer to keep what I earn. So you better call me Sergeant."

The old man thought for a while and gave a cold reply, "OK Sergeant, I think, I don't have much time left on me and I brought this will for you, but now I need to change it, cause you don't earn it."