I am, whatever u say I am...

Oxford defines it as the following

1. Condition of being free or unrestricted.
2. Personal or civic liberty.
3. Liberty of action (freedom to leave).
4. (foll. by from) exemption from.
5. (foll. by of) a honorary membership or citizenship (freedom of the city). b unrestricted use of (a house etc.).

All true in their own rights.

Freedom for me is to wake up in the morning, open my windows, breathe the fresh air, sip off some hot coffee and think to myself… This is where I belong.

A fine thought, even if I do say so myself…

Many a brave have dedicated themselves as martyrs to this dream that lights the hearts of men and women alike.

There is nothing ordinary about freedom, though.

Every time we cross that road, step on a bus, every heartbeat that we take, we should always remember the millions of men and women that have sacrificed their lives, like cattle, in the hands of the oppressors, so that at least their children and those after them could live in the land of the free.

They have succeeded…

Today, every Indian can proudly stand up and say, ‘I am Free!!!’

But are we truly?

I don’t think so.

True, we are not caged, beaten or thrown into concentration camps like the stories that history tells…

Yet, we are entangled in a web of deceit that goes beyond the naked eye.

All of us are slaves.

Slaves to the gods of media, advertising and to the idea, that, there is a better tomorrow.

Don’t believe me…

Allow me to explain…

Every guy wants to look like Tom Cruise. Every girl like Laetitia Casta.

Meal… McDonalds, KFC, Pizza Hut…

Engagement… A DeBeers Diamond…

Shoes… Nike, Reebok…

Purses… Gucci, Prada…

Lingerie… Victorias Secret…

No longer are our lives dictated by ourselves. We have someone else dictating it for us…

The gods of media and advertising.

The world has been confined to untold rules and regulations and we now have someone else telling… Wait… Profusely persuading us in defining what is wrong and what is right…

No longer does individuality exist.

Slowly we are all turning into the Barbie dolls of Modern Society.

Realization is the key.