Survive - Multiply

Baby cries, baby cries harder. Its Umbilical cord is plucked, it is cleaned up and poor non ready soul is put up for to be held by the proud father and then finally touched by an ever sacrificing mother. I mean even goats are sacrificed every day, what of them? Harder the work, heavier the hugs and an equally reciprocating is the sympathy showered. The whole kinship and the communal but forced kindred spirits become a charade of compelling faces while I am screaming at the top my racing muted heart –almost bursting in to four small sized pumps, saying: hey, don’t lose focus. Ask and ask first, to what end?

This baby is now a part of the world, without a choice to come by and exist, which will be tested in million different ways, to be pushed through various educational vices – the holding and the torturous kind, to be finally declared fit or unfit and essentially tagged and docketed. The kind of tag that you can hide only until it doesn’t matter. Pieces of paper and relatively pretty much useless terms are thrust upon it and used as a standard of standards to Judge. If you would indulge; a standard so stringent that “Originally intended to be one ten-millionth of the distance from the Earth's equator to the North Pole (at sea level)” There you have it, WIK’I(ed).

Most of the times, this baby will grow up into a conformist human being. It will question success, failures, consume self in the process, lose energy with its identity and will succumb to reinvent - to become the right human choice; only to redo all over again. Of little consequence are these schooling years, imparting of the framework termed ‘education’ though simple traits surely and an ancillary at best but portray the very blinding philosophy of continued years to come. The set years of 10, 16 and 20 years of formal education though an elongated and most un-optimized way of transferring tools and skills that are merely for survival. The same survival that has to be survived for its ever increasing complexity made more complex by the unerring education that breeds inventions which we become dependent upon. Why would businesses need a must 10 minute e-mail reply if post mail was the world order? The same inventions that are introduced in our lives only to become the hygiene factor. Let us not invent another social site to link up the other hundred that keep us hyper connected. I need to keep the mystery for I am the fantasizing one.

Everyone is really just surviving and the older ones are reproducing. Please, let me and you breathe! The relatively newly born are surviving and making sure they survive long enough to multiply unknowingly inwardly. The old ones getting older to become the stentorian are making sure their wise old wigs and osteoporosis(ed) metacarpus transfer the very bold and the very wise advise - to trick and mystify the fertile ones to keep going on and proliferate. For what? Round and round goes the merry go round – even the hamster’s wheel has a dead mouse - at least once in a while. Oh no pops out another one. Okay Survive!

Every once in a while they ‘extra survive’. I mean succeed or become leaders – a societal construction of an individual delegate who merely knows how to keep a heard going, really – the general public that follows suit and lick off the sparkly education crumbs left behind whenever survivor feels like fending off is necessary; some extra self-survival required actually.

Stop, think and disconnect for all the plans and ambitions unmet it is really a state to satisfy the un-satiating society which is lost somewhere fixed in a code that was looped by the same machine men created - not so long ago.