Quote 11: Nelson Mandela

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09/11/2016 by Siddiqui Fayesal

A life well spent.

That’s what people call a thriving young man who has a good job (which means he has a car and a house he can call his own (20 years in the making because of paying off the loan)) a beautiful wife (sanctioned by the society which means that she should be fair and slim with acceptable habits) and a few kids (it is important that they are fair and cute. Uncute is unacceptable).s

The definition of the life as described above can be called the Great Global Dream and, yeah, it encompasses the Great American Dream too. After all, the Greats of all societies of the world are just the same. We would like to draw lines and call ourselves a greater culture and call them barbarians and what nots, but we know where exactly we fall. Yeah, down in the gutters, that’s right!

To be honest, I put a lot of faith in society and believe that society, in a perfectly crafted world, would be the best barometer of barring evils form the world. But, we all know how that works out, don’t we? I’m not giving upyet;at least not completely.

Nothing is ever enough. Ever. It’s all over the internet and the free media (I’m convinced that there IS no such thing as ‘free media’, but you know what I mean, right?), that have those stupid ass lists that have profound crap like “Growing up is a lie” and “childhood was the best”.

They tell the truth, you know.

Growing up was never easy. There was always a new test around the corner and the finals just around the next. You spend the BEST (I use caps rarely. Get that.) part of your life trying to grow up and you realize that you’ve been played rather nicely. There is nothing on the other side that justifies growing up so eagerly. It’s always the same old tripe rhapsodized as truth that life is awesome, just clear that test and what other bullshit that we’ve all very well heard.

It’s not only kids as young as 10 and 15 that are being played like this. Nowadays there are ‘play schools’ who completely take away the responsibility from the parents for growing up. Of course, people have more money now. They have their priorities set in stone. I don’t blame them as that’s what society has moulded them into. How can they raise children when the largest chunk of their time is eaten up in paying off that loan?

It’s for their good, I know, but at the cost of missing out the first time your kid walked? Or, a garbled a “pppbbhhthtttt” in your face? I feel nothing but sorry for the lives spent along these lines. They take kids to shopping malls for recreation, because shopping needs to be done. Ek teer se do nishaane, no doubt. Ek teer on the wallet and the other teer on the soft proverbial behinds of the child!

No matter how hard you live, there is always something that you missed. That is legit. That is how it’s supposed to be like.

Life is to be lived. Not conquered.

I have discovered the secret that after climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb.

Siddiqui F.

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