On Freedom

There is no meaning to freedom

Not in words, bound by strictures

Not in actions, scrutinised by society

Not in life, described by deeds

And Facebook statuses

Not in death, coffined and cremated

Memories sullied and bullied.

 

There is no meaning to freedom

When a baby is given a name

Without its will.

There is no meaning to freedom

I can’t choose where to be born

And I can’t choose when to die.

 

There is no meaning to freedom

When people look to smoke

And drink and fuck and score

And they do it quietly by the

Back door of the canteen or some

Place in the Ridge, for fear.

There is no meaning to Freedom

If there’s always a Big Brother.  

 

There is no meaning to freedom

And perhaps that is wise.

For freedom is a great power.

And you don’t need to have seen

Spiderman to know that

Great Power means great responsibility

And responsibility is yet another cage

For this free bird.

 

There is no meaning to freedom

If one looks for meaning.  

There is no meaning to freedom

When liking a Beiber song is

Social suicide.

There is no meaning to freedom

If everyone is free and some people

Are free-er than the others

 

There is no meaning to freedom

If diagrams in Bio must always be perfect

If essays in English exams should not

Be lesser than five hundred words and

If Geography answers should always

Be in points and if History students

Must always mug up the dates.

 

There is no meaning to freedom

For the birds are bound to the sky

Their wings beat futilely in an effort

To escape gravity and all that rots on earth

And leap into the non-matter beyond

But that is a cage as well

And the sky is bound to the earth

And the earth is bound to something which is bound

And on and on, some fuckery’s involved

For Freedom is a myth.

A romantic piece of Bakchodi.

 

And Freedom is such a drug, man,

We’ve never even been free,

And we’re already addicts.

 

Freedom is such a high, man,

We’ve never even been free

And just thinking about it is enough.

 

Freedom is such a temptress, man,

We’re born caged and die caged

And live caged and damn,

The grass must be seriously green on the other side.   

 

 

Heh. ‘Night. 

 

(Random translation/notes/stuff that may help you understand)

i) “Bakchodi is a remarkably versatile Indian swear word. I am unsure how exactly to translate it, but urban dictionary says it refers to senseless and baseless gossip. Hmm. 

 

ii) The Kamla Nehru Ridge (referred to as Ridge) is this really forested area where you can get some private space. *nudge nudge wink wink* There are also a huge amount of monkeys. Baby monkeys are cute. :3

 

iii) Big Brother- a reference to the villian in Orwell’s 1984. You should read it naow. 

 

Orwell reminded me of that some people are more equal than the others quip in Animal Farm, so I stuffed that in too. Okay. 

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One thought on “On Freedom

  1. i dont agree with you.
    Sure, you have no freedom over what happens with you, but you always have freedom of choice, the choice of acting in a million different ways to the situation you are placed in,

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