Born to be Free

Freedom was what she tasted with her first breath in this world so free.

Many ears anxious to hear, many eyes waiting to see.

Few in anxiety, few in curiosity, but all eager to know if it is HE or SHE.

And then spread the news of a new soul on earth,

Moments of gaiety but absence of glee.

The Heaven of Freedom

 

What is that method? One, that can ensure, if not partial acceptance, a grudging inclusion in category of rational animals? One, which a Hamlet can display while his mind moves independent of routine consciousness? Well, it is often this quest, which may ensure one’s departure from the coterie. Excessive display of emotion may attract attention of ‘normal’ people as much as lack of any. And undue pondering over this or other idée fixe, is likely to play with common-sense.

Where mind is without fear
… Into that heaven of freedom…
Let my country awake!

As civilization progressed, human beings garnered means of evaluating others. This ability to read others has been held in high esteem. You must have come across such a sentence at least a dozen times: ‘ The guilty would often wilt under the scrutiny / gaze of a king/ judge.’ Even though the great book commands one not to judge, ordinary men conduct everyday business only by evaluating others. It takes a lot of practice to switch off this mental process, at least from being discernible.