The doubts started creeping in, while i was rather young but these days they’re getting to a point of almost certainty …
i think i was scheduled to land on another plant but some crash landing or temptation (was it trees?? or rivers?? or my earth-mum’s face??) that made me start an entire lifetime here on Earth
School was super…. but i somehow just did not “get” the inside jokes. So while i was listening to my teacher with rapt, undivided attention – my eyes were forever staring outta the window. What was i looking for?
I could never understand why we were made to run races to see who the fastest was? why? and why make the other kids feel bad that they’re not as good? we were kids for God’s sake! you’re supposed to let us be happy!
I have no clue why HISTORY was always about WAR? battles? kings? betrayal? death? wasn’t anything happening in the last 500 years that did not require blood & gore? so how do you explain Michaelangelo? Van Gogh? Renoir? Da Vinci? Beethoven? Mozart? P G Wodehouse? Enid Blyton? Why wasn’t someone teaching me about them and telling me to rejoice in “CREATING” rather than “DESTROYING” ?
Funny thing is, … the more we were taught of war – the more bloodshed has happened over the years. Imagine what this planet could have been if we were teaching music, art & dance? D-uhhhhh??!!!!
What is it about people wanting to mow down forests, build housing and not want more trees around them again? you lose the view, you lose the point and you lose the planet duffers!!!!!!
So why are rich kids playing football on PS3 and children in underprivileged countries “sewing” real footballs for grown ups to play?? Who thought of doing that?
Why is everyone rushing into the next moment? you’re just waking up in the morning and you have already decided the list of things you need to do until you catch the evening train home. so when do you intend to enjoy “NOW” ??
How come we’re so sure dolphins aren’t much smarter than us? I remember reading how all they do is swim all day, make love and make music…. while we’re slogging so that we can sit back one day when we’re old and look back at everything we have accumulated (for someone else – since we can’t take it anywhere beyond this)
What is it about slashing animals to death, marinating them with spices and eating them that is so desirable? Bernard Shaw refused to become a graveyard for dead animals….. but that didn’t stop others.
I love the idea of money…. it simplifies exchange. it let’s everyone have something that they would like and be happier with….. but why does the game get so complicated & vicious?
What part of LOVE do people not understand here?? the GIVING?? or the RECEIVING?? or simply SAYING IT??
may be the planet I really come from is simpler……. or may be i was supposed to land here with a Rule book that i lost along the way. But there are more and more things I cannot fathom or accept!
I wish i knew the way home….
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