Tanubhrt.This.Side

I don’t know but somehow I just don’t understand this word. I mean it is so easy to say we are free. So damn easy to say that we are living our lives! But when I look around, I end up doubting it. Are we free? Are we living our lives? Seriously living? There are children who can’t even study, they are forced to work. What sort of freedom is that which denies a child to study? There are girls who can’t even walk out of house without a company. What sort of freedom is that, which denies a girl to walk out of her house on her own? Marriage. This is something beautiful, an event which gives you more of joy, because now you can share. Share your sorrows, your happiness. But then still we can marry only the person who is from our caste. What sort of freedom is that, which doesn’t even allow us to get married on our own wish?

There are children who people don’t want to touch. What sort of freedom divides people? We are free?? I don’t know. And I don’t think so! We are all prisoners. Sometimes the prison is created by ourselves, sometimes by society. But then you must be wondering how someone can create a prison for themselves!! Well we do! There are so many times that we fall in love, but never let the other person get to know about this! There are so many times that we feel like doing things but stop ourselves. I don’t know why? Why we do that? I don’t know why people don’t even think about it!

We often are afraid of those big diseases like cancer, aids. But I think the biggest of all disease is that we are all in a prison. Some are in prisons with strict rules and you can’t even move there. Some are like a little liberal. But then yet we still are in prison!

And then often we say we are living! Living? We are living? I don’t still understand this! Why do we say this? I mean are you doing what you like? Are you living the way you want to! Well if that is it, then yes of course you are living. But doing what others want, following rules and regulations. That’s so damn “not living”!!

I don’t know! At times I think maybe I am that stupid confused moron who is over thinking. At times I think may be the world has gone bizarre! I don’t know. May be I am in the prison, the one with more of strict rules and regulations. And I want to be free. Free to do, what I like and the way I want it to be or just die!!