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"
