Today I watched a film named "Never let me go". It's a fictional film set in the last century with some alternate progress of civilization. According to the film, man has taken organ donation to a whole new level. Countries have national facilities where children are raised in order to make them donate organs when they are adult. Well, I won't discuss the movie much but what I realized from this film that we are not much different from these unlucky children. They are raised with a particular aim, they have no say or what-so-ever. They are raised with fantasy and horror stories to control their actions. And at the end of a cycle they have to do what they are raised for....donating their organs to save people of the more fortunate class.
Well, children of poor countries like us are raised under much restraint. Our future, important decisions, paths are all planned. Our job is to follow them, learn what we are taught, do what we are told and after a cycle, deliver. We don't have the freedom to do what we want, what we see fit. Our creativity is confined in every possible manner. Even, if some of us can break this chain and do something extra-ordinary, society won't take it very well.
If all these have done any good to our country I wouldn't have bothered. But what's happening is we are creating a bunch of pre-programmed robot programmed by an older batch, and thus our country is going back all the time.
Just give us a chance, let us be free....see if we can change our fortune. At least, there's no way we can mess up more!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
The Wall
So,the old question...why? Why am I writing a blog? Is that because everyone is writing one? Partly so...I have been trying to write a blog for quite a while. But, being an introvert who just shares his thoughts with a few people, couldn't find the courage to write my thoughts, or more delicately "unleash my thoughts."
It often happens to me that I feel surrounded by walls, my thoughts scratch the walls to be free. Sometimes the scratches take pictures, sometimes they are just bunch of meaningless lines. But then, the walls are repainted, and those meaningful and meaningless sketches lost forever. So, I decided to preserve my scratches so that years from now I can look back and see myself. So, as you have already guessed, I am not writing for you....I'm writing for me. But if anyone is interested in my petty thoughts, you are most welcome...maybe your comments can show me new doors that I missed.
It often happens to me that I feel surrounded by walls, my thoughts scratch the walls to be free. Sometimes the scratches take pictures, sometimes they are just bunch of meaningless lines. But then, the walls are repainted, and those meaningful and meaningless sketches lost forever. So, I decided to preserve my scratches so that years from now I can look back and see myself. So, as you have already guessed, I am not writing for you....I'm writing for me. But if anyone is interested in my petty thoughts, you are most welcome...maybe your comments can show me new doors that I missed.
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