No reason whatsoever

Today morning, the wind was blowing on its usual pace, messing with large fluid saree of my neighbor and prompting it to almost peak into my window. The sun was bang on its position, playing the usual sensuous hide and seek game with the dark clouds (it’s almost September, whats up with that ha!), moon was still trespassing from his last night’s instinct, I wonder if he gets overtime payments or he just had an eventful night and now trying to sneak out unsuccessfully unnoticed (I am using “he” because "chanda" mama is suppose to be male and apparently that’s the only rhyme I remember from my non-voting days, so why not flaunt it). These guys must really love what they do, the wind, the sun, the moon, the rain, the life, the death. These are those nerdy kids who are always bang on time, without any reason, without any perks, no lucrative offers, no alarm clocks.

I tend to wonder why do WE need reasons, reasons to work, reasons to be certified successful, reasons to get up, reasons to marry, reasons to live, reasons to be happy, reasons to be ashamed and forget all these “important “ things, in my country I even have to give reason to eat different cuisines. I am not allowed to eat egg today reason being its Tuesday, I cannot eat wheat it’s Monday and more so I cannot go out of the house in night, even just to take a walk under the beautiful night sky as they speak I have the “acche ghar ka ladka” tag ( guy belonging to a nice family)  and “acche ghar ka ladkas” don’t do that, I wonder if moon and stars doesn't belong to a nice family.

I am tired of giving reasons and more so I am bored of giving reasons. Let’s get one thing out of the way; we are “born to die”, nothing can change that, you may die of heart attack or an accident, you may die in sleep or while taking a poop, it really doesn't matter apart from the fact that the news paper ad carrying your death info will have a hard time printing, how you died while taking a poop, (shreeman/mati, chole bhature khane ke baad, shochalaye par dhavsta paye gaye, bhagwan unki aatma ko shanti de, gharwale iska zimmedar angrezi toilet ke galat prabhav ko mann rahe hai, yeh hamari sanskriti ke khilaf hai ), nobody will care if you died as an architect or an engineer, a waiter or a driver, a writer or a fashion designer , what really matters is that you are dead and in the same way what really matters is that you “LIVE”, how and what you do to live doesn't really matter.

Sun doesn’t give reason, wind doesn’t need reason, stars don’t require reason, happiness doesn't crave for reason, sorrow doesn’t munch on reason, adopting a child shouldn't require a reason, being gay doesn't need to marry a reason, following your heart shouldn't be a slave to any reason, being yourself is not about a reason. From now on I want to say and say it very proudly that I am an unreasonable man and I am proud of it.

“khud ko na de saza, khush ho le bewajah”

(don't punish yourself in any season, be happy without any reason)

Yes Ram Gopal Verma was right! (Darna Jaroori Hai)

The moment you are born, your life becomes a time bomb, you know the clock is ticking every time, racing towards the blast or so to speak in our case death (that might be a blast as well, at least for some people), forget when you are born, from the time you are conceived, you know that you gotta vacate this flat in 9 months, do whatever you can. So forget the rat race that we reserve for the “JAWani” of human beings, it starts right there when even our “jaws” are under construction.

Sometimes I feel fear is injected in our bones even before we become the brand ambassadors of huggies, ultimately we all know that we are born to die, some might say don’t fear the death, well but ask yourself, is that the only fear you live in? what about the fear of not scoring good, yes it’s a fear raised by society and their so called acceptance laws, what about fear of not getting a conventional job? What about the fear of choosing a non-conventional job and not succeeding in it? What about bringing home a spouse of your choice and your choice not being approved on popcorn grounds? What about driving in lane with all so called papers and still monsooning your pants after seeing a traffic cop? What about calmly taking a nap in afternoon and being fearful of not waking up at all?

No wonder during my off days I do have some huge amount of respect for Ram Gopal Verma, he was such a visionary to state the obvious, yes darna is jaroori, no please don’t count my emotions about the quality of the film, I am purely or bislerily(branding is important) referring to just the title. I had the same genre of conversation with one of my old branches in the family, their reasoning was yes life will end, but you are born to experience and live. Experience? What the sreesanth? (yeah I do have a hobby of discovering new and relevant slangs :P) experience what?, blasts, scams, rapes, religious hooplas or more tinier, family dramas, society pressures, career flavored suicides, under paid jobs, molesting taxes or to just become a sheer witness to a piece of paper, tattooed with some varied gentlemen depending on the country ruling the world. And dare you say I was meant to experience chirping of birds, breeze of love, freshness of dew drops, shadow of tree, comfort of water or any such travelling channel content type shit. I pay for the water I drink, I find love on internet sites, which again I am billed for and forget about me standing under the sun and enjoying, even my car cannot stand under the sun, they always give me a parking ticket when she does that.

I do know my arguments are all subjective and doesn’t have enough cheese in it, but the surface (problem) remains the same, create a bread in circular shape, it will always be called pizza (at least in India) doesn’t matter if it has cheese or not. I don’t know if the world was always like this or it has become like this, but I do know that death has become a better brand then living( I mean even in clothing, skull sells more than pigeons on tshirt), may be its time we change the trend, may be its time we celebrate the fear, may be its time we unhook our dreams and desires from the shadow of society and age, may be its time we celebrate life so much that death actually does become a set back and not just a pay slip from the insurance company.

"Darna jaroori hai, jarurat nahi"