I want to break free ..

"I want to break free" sang Freddie Mercury of Queen. I don't know much about his composition, but it was one of my favorite songs I often sang with my band "Architypes" at Rock Shows in India. It stirred a great passion and I could see it shook the college audience.. I sensed we all want to break free .. we have it in us..

Now I realize, challenging the status quo is my first nature. The biggest proof of it is my embracing a new faith away from the one of family lineage. Anything new can be painstaking and disproportionately rewarding at the same time. I have now a clearer framework of questioning based on my burgeoning life-view. I question myself, questions the ironies of life, question the celebrated Dalai Lama's understanding of the intent of Buddhism and his effectiveness in achieving his own goals (Isn't that challenging !!) , question my near ones for the nature and depth of love in our relationships... but all these with respect, care and a sense of win-win. I hope I do.

Shall write more specifically on various issues that I challenge, deconstruct and attempt to reconstruct creatively...

Come, let's tear apart the favorite toys of our life and make them into new ones that we'd love more than before for the fact that we added value to it..

Can't write

I'm lazy about writing because I'm afraid. Can't write great stuff. Desirous of making a dent of nuclear proportion, being a snail is unacceptable I want to ginnie the castle straight outta the canvass short-circuiting the architectural rigor or the ugliness of soiled bricks. I'm chained. I never write .. cocooned within my desire for a giant step. Like a water dam held back.. rising but never flowing.

I can think expansive stuff. The realm of thought and speech is fenceless... .. the bristling inner-realm is a safer haven and the spoken words just vanish. Here I judge, self-appointed for a self-trial ... unaccountable to the core and I'm always set free...

But now I must rebel. .. tipped by you. Allow me to be not good... let me reveal my ordinariness .. Is that out of ordinary? Besides, who else is judging? Is there any point? Did I planchet out the phantom? Judge me .. let me be decorated. .. as a soldier in defiance....

I will write.. only a little .. every time.. Come what may

Thanks.