Once upon a time there was a man. Except he was not much there.
As a child, he would ask questions but be generally shooed down. He soon accepted his early teachings. He realized that it was irreverent to doubt. It was a sacrilege to think for himself. He did as he was told.
He had a job in a small office. He kept his head down. He did what was expected of him.
He praised movies which everyone praised. He ridiculed movies which everyone ridiculed. He did what everyone did.
He had intercourse once in a while with his wife. It was routine. He fantasised of film heroines. He never had the thought of his wife’s needs. She never told him. Maybe, she never told herself. It was his wife that she was.
Like others around him, he was in the side business of collecting points to get a visa to heaven. He collected points the same way others did. He stood frightened, head bowed and eyes closed.
As the people where he lived did, he was scared of the system. He cowered before traffic cops, nagar sevaks, government servants. And the handful of goons who ruled the place where he lived.
He followed everyone.
Occasionally, he had strange dreams which he could not recall, had unexplained bouts of sadness and sometimes, fleeting anger. He never dwelt on them.
Once upon a time there was a man. Except he was not much there.
Dr
“..he was in the side business of collecting points to get a visa to heaven.
this phrase in the story above is too good.
The story strongly points out to the fact how an childhood conditioning makes you drift through the life without questioning anything..even your dreams.. your inner voice…just existing..
enclosed in the popular programming brought about by conditioned wisdom of majority.
Dr you have aptly mentioned in your tweet:
When a man unpsychs himself from his programming, he becomes free.