Over the years I have realized that we are a free souls trapped in numerous webs of society. Rules made by humans are being termed as a word from a certain almighty.
The more we try, to shake ourselves free, the more we find a demon spider rolling us in it’s web of traditions, rituals, myths and superstitions.
I hate everything that tries to keep me locked in certain boundaries in the name of God, in the name of religion, in the name of relations or in the name of whatever.
I hate everything that tries to dictate the terms of my behavior. Who are these people who try to decide what we should not wear? Who are these people who tell us what’s acceptable socially and what’s not? Who are these people who show contempt on homosexuals? Who are they to condemn somebody else’s sexuality? Who are those people who force women to wear burkhas? Who are these people who justify the killings in racial riots thus denying thousands of people the freedom to live? Who are these people who ban Valentine’s Day celebrations? Who are these people who ban movies / books / paintings over trivial issues? Who are these people who judge our character? Who are these people who set rules of public behavior? In this bloody land of Kama sutra, who is that man who is staring at me right now while I kiss my girl? Who the……?
What’s all this moral policing about? Do these people follow any morals themselves?
Seems I hate a lot many things.
What do I love?
I love the feeling of freedom. I love to feel it running in my nerves like hot blood. It makes me feel alive.
They ask, “What’s freedom to you?”
They ask so many questions. They……..
Well, Freedom to me is equivalent to happiness. It’s a state of mind. To live life on my own terms without being questioned gives me a sense of fulfillment. My life tells me, I am it’s owner here. I did a certain thing because I wanted to do it. My inner self is the only one I am answerable to.
Do you believe in God? Do you believe in Satan? Do you believe in anything for that matter?
I believe in myself. My God is within me. My Satan is within me. It’s upon me what do I intake as food for thought. It’s this freedom to choose between right and wrong without anybody else dictating me the dimensions of good or evil. A wrong thing for you might be a right thing for me. It’s more complicated than we know. We cannot bifurcate everything in a set of two “Right & Wrong / Moral & Immoral / Good & Evil etc”
The choices I make, I am responsible for them. I wouldn’t like somebody else to be responsible for the way my life turns out to be.
A piece of news from Kabul I came across recently states, "As long as the husband is not traveling, he has the right to have sexual intercourse with his wife every fourth night," Article 132 of the law says. "Unless the wife is ill or has any kind of illness that intercourse could aggravate, the wife is bound to give a positive response to the sexual desires of her husband."
Isn’t a person free to feel love, to use sex as an expression of love when he / she wants to? Is it necessary to succumb to somebody’s desire without caring for our own emotions just because he is your husband? How is somebody irrespective of his relationship with the woman going to force it on her? The question is, “Do women in Kabul and for that matter so many other places have anything known as ‘Sexual Freedom’ left in their lives?”
Freedom doesn’t include interfering in another person’s freedom. You cannot have freedom if you can’t respect the freedom of another being. “Killing / raping / hurting a person because I wanted to” is not freedom. And if someone thinks it is, it’s just his / her misinterpretation.
