Freedom!

What does it mean?

The last time I looked at the clock, it was a minute ago.

I am not transfixed yet. I am transfixed when I don’t have the capability to

decide whether to blink or to stare. Presently I am still in between that state.

Stalemate. I cannot be transfixed now. No I can’t be. I have responsibilities. I

have a mountain to climb. Along this beautiful climb, I intend to make a home

in the wilderness, own a garden which bears fruits of love, purchase enough

perishable items to last a lifetime. Yes, I do have responsibilities. Like the rest

of you, there are dreams to be conquered, challenges of earning a living to

be overcome. The climb can be monotonous, so I naturally have to choose a

suitable companion who can share a thought of wisdom along the long and

treacherous climb. Like I said, I do have responsibilities. With a companion, I

am sure to strive harder. Hard enough that my companion has sufficient

supply of nutrition, satisfactory level of want fulfilled. That is a responsibility

too.

These momentary lapses of the conscious mind is but inevitable. So many

thoughts flying past this small space of organic evolutionary creation. The

intangible epicenter which has the capability to think and take decisions

proactively. The storm has just begun. The thoughts galore in a violent

intervention with each other. I nonchalantly shift tab between the naked

spreadsheets in front. Seemingly, shift button is the one crying in pain, I have

been snubbing it lifelessly with my left thumb. I am equally heartless, the tab

button is bearing the brunt of the concoction of my thoughts. It is been

subjected to slavery. I am hardly transfixed yet, I do not feel the pain that the

tab button is being subjected to. No, I am not transfixed yet! All those

spreadsheets in front, they serve a simple purpose in an individual’s life. It is

the savior of mankind. It has rewarded so many individuals with limitless

power to buy their desires. I am not an exception. I confess. But today, I am

dependent on another tool. One which analyses data pooled from the

spreadsheets. Outlook pops up a small window of message at the bottom

right corner of my extended monitor. Message from the Boss.

I am least bothered to take notice of the suffocating shift button, do you think

I have any zeal left in me?

As I mentioned, I have responsibilities, more over I am not transfixed. The

complex system of the evolutionary creation has enabled me to multitask.

Data mining a spreadsheet, trekking kilimanjaro, setting up a start-up, taking

bath in the Triveni sangam, closing my eyes to sleep in the home I have

grown up since childhood. Such a peaceful co-existence. It is the most

dangerously handsome creation of the Creator. Instead of reading the

message. I unlock the mobile. 6669, pattern drawn. Notification section is

overflowing with communications. News, FB, WA, Tw. Where do I start? Shift

button yelled at once. Wherever you start, make sure you read all of them!

786 WA messages, not happening today. I cannot waste the most precious

invention ever made by mankind. Every second wasted will delay my voyage

to reach the top of the climb. My destination. I am no different in comparison

to you. I have responsibilities.

On top of the mountain, I have been informed that there is a beautiful lake. It

has the most beautiful flowers that mankind has ever seen or recorded on

film. It has silk woven in the form of green leaves. Bright blue sun rays and

radiant gold clouds. On top of that mountain, people need not buy peace.

Peace is available aplenty. In fact, I am informed that peace has a chemical

composition in the atmosphere. Spectacular. Time is precious. It ticks ahead

and my life has elapsed a second ahead. I look at my watch again, I am

confused. I look at the digital clock in the Computer. I am left to stare at it.

If time is so precious and the climb so much so directly proportional to saving

time. Why didn’t mankind simply have banks to save time in fixed deposits? I

mean, isn’t it ridiculous? From the time I had the capability to evaluate

between good and bad in life, I have been time and again been reminded

about the importance of time. Don’t waste time, time once lost can never be

regained. Time is money. Time and tide wait for none. And then, a great

person said “creativity is the residue of time wasted”. It is starting to make

sense. I might be staring at the digital clock longer than I could have

imagined.

What is the point? Creativity, time, the climb? Does this help me in reaching

to the summit? After all, I am just an intelligent machine programmed not to

ask questions.

The outlook message had the subject “Management Report @ 19:30 hrs – Are

you ready?”

Peace. For it is a very powerful motivation mankind can ever stretch to reach

for.