‘Flight SR-1108 from M***** to D**** is ready for takeoff. All passengers are requested to proceed towards boarding.’
Krrrr. Static. Click… click… click… the remote never seems to show anything interesting on TV. Everything is a god-damn reality show. Everything is prime-time news. Every channel is playing the same music. And every TV is watching the same people. It’s getting boring.
But they have a definition for what boring is too. “Claustrophobic?” screams the advertisement. Young men with rippling muscles and a few girls in attractive jeans or something drive an SUV through a puddle in a jungle and exhort you to take your life back. Another exhorts women to go out and become who they are… different and unique and show them as back-packing hitchhikers and inspires them to become flight cabin crew as a means of earning emancipation. Huh. Emancipation and freedom? What do we know about these things? When have we learnt about them?
I was born in an average family. Middle-class… and stayed that way. Mother said it was important to come first in class otherwise father would get angry. I tried. I studied. I was never inspired or motivated beyond avoiding a thrashing at his hands. Come to think of it, I never got a thrashing either. Nothing happened. Ever. I went from one classroom to another, from one class-teacher to another. I passed out of school and went to college. I got a job and have remained there ever since. I have never really had a passion for anything. I try to sound intelligent when someone asks me about my hobbies. I wonder how time really passes me by. Yes, every now and then I like to watch a film or listen to some music… but so many years could really not have gone by you know. To me everything looks the same… how could I have become… you know… old?
I think time runs differently for different people. For people like me…. ordinary men with ordinary lives, it just gets bored running at a normal pace. So it just skips through our lives like it was on fast-forward or something, and before we know it we are dying.
Emancipation and freedom? When have we ever learnt about them?
Krrrr. Static. Click… click… click… the remote never seems to show anything interesting on TV. Everything is a god-damn reality show. Everything is prime-time news. Every channel is playing the same music. And every TV is watching the same people. It’s getting boring.
But they have a definition for what boring is too. “Claustrophobic?” screams the advertisement. Young men with rippling muscles and a few girls in attractive jeans or something drive an SUV through a puddle in a jungle and exhort you to take your life back. Another exhorts women to go out and become who they are… different and unique and show them as back-packing hitchhikers and inspires them to become flight cabin crew as a means of earning emancipation. Huh. Emancipation and freedom? What do we know about these things? When have we learnt about them?
I was born in an average family. Middle-class… and stayed that way. Mother said it was important to come first in class otherwise father would get angry. I tried. I studied. I was never inspired or motivated beyond avoiding a thrashing at his hands. Come to think of it, I never got a thrashing either. Nothing happened. Ever. I went from one classroom to another, from one class-teacher to another. I passed out of school and went to college. I got a job and have remained there ever since. I have never really had a passion for anything. I try to sound intelligent when someone asks me about my hobbies. I wonder how time really passes me by. Yes, every now and then I like to watch a film or listen to some music… but so many years could really not have gone by you know. To me everything looks the same… how could I have become… you know… old?
I think time runs differently for different people. For people like me…. ordinary men with ordinary lives, it just gets bored running at a normal pace. So it just skips through our lives like it was on fast-forward or something, and before we know it we are dying.
Emancipation and freedom? When have we ever learnt about them?
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