The Full Life

We all live in a routine. There’s Routine of our lifestyle, our habit and even our thoughts. It’s funny to realize how a man, a woman in fact everyone of us just become a part of the social norm that has been laid around us, without even knowing the way we really want to live. We are born, we go to school, and we are taught thousands of goods and bad. We are taught about morality, and of how all humans are equal and the colour of the blood is universally red. It is the time when the world tells you that you are in paradise. You start to know yourself. You know how elders can do anything and you cannot, how it’s true that size does matters, and how better the marks you get, better the student you are. Immediately after school, you are expected to be in the best of the university. Three years of entertainment for some and three years of hard work for the rest. The world tells you that these are the best years of your life and so you realize that now you know a lot about yourself. You get to know of how your hair can really grow long, how the mustaches can be shaped in innumerable sizes and how better the style you wear, better the boy you are. When you step out of the university, the world tells you that this is the real world and you are all alone. You work, make money and after a while you realize that yes, this is the real world, Women run around you for a change, money matters more than style, and of how better the money you got better the man you are called. Years later, everyone is talking about marriage. Every morning the breakfast is with photographs, some can even get you horrified, but you see the smiling faces of the parents asking for an answer. After a long, your discontentment is not an issue anymore. Your own choice is regarded lower cast and that’s exactly when you remember your childhood, when you mother is teaching you the meaning of equality. Now you know that sentiments can rule you out. To your surprise the fruitful marriage has lasted long, and the young ones are old enough, their views are really different the style has changed and that’s when you remember your obedience towards your parents and declare the new world “impudent”. Now the world tells you that you have gone old, and suddenly spirituality becomes your motto. You start to believe in the words out of dictionary. Years later lying in the bed counting every single breath you are taking, the world tells you that you are happy man, having everything from a lovely family to fame. This is the time you realize that the supreme power is god. Everyone is around you. People from your office, your few relatives because the rest of them lost the battle with you in age, and also the man from the wine shop, you were his most regular customer and he would tell your tales of drinking to his coming times. Everyone is there to witness the legendry passing. You hear your grandson speak rudely to the maid, and than his mother scolding him and telling him about the equality and morality he should live in and that the colour of the blood is universally red. You laugh and go to your fathers. The world after you remembers you and say “ he was a complete man, he knew everything about life. He is an example for the future and even died laughing”.