Random and More

I always feel we are living in troubled times. We rarely get time and freedom to stand and stare like the celebrated poet William Wordsworth. Quite unwittingly, we get trapped in a “Time-machine.” We get accustomed, much against our nature, to a kind of routine from dawn to dusk and even beyond. Our life seemed to be programmed inflexibly, inexorably. Evidently, we are brought up that way and habits die hard. Infact they never die they just get transformed into something more convenient - opinion, perception; I am not sure. We bring up our kids too to adapt themselves to this regimen. Any deviation or relaxation would be resented, frowned upon and voted out. Our nervous system is conditioned to such a punishing schedule, with poor prospects of respite. Quite inadvertently, we hurt ourselves. We hurt the helpless kids too to conform to such a standardised schooling.

Life in a metropolis gets standardised more and more. With everyone running from pillars to pillars, somewhere we get subconsciously delusioned. Pavlov and Skinner subjected animals and birds to a kind of standardised behaviour while they studied classical conditioning. Seldom did they imagine that their theories would make human beings the guinea pigs. We are depriving ourselves of the freedom to be what we should submit/succumb. Not a day would pass without a plethora of do’s and don’ts, should’s and shouldn’ts. Lists are invariably our bon-appetite.

If only we find a little time for ourselves, sit back without our laptops, smart phones, facebook, twitter, whatsapp and other smart apps which boast of connecting people. Tough world, tough run. If only we could be less predictable and more random.

Random is still charming though