Another Brick in the
Wall
"When a wall
appears in front of the things you want, the wall is not there to say, 'Do not
do it'. Instead, the wall is asking 'How bad do you want it?' -Randy Paush
Quite recently I was listening to
Another Brick in the Wall Part 2 by Pink Floyd over my morning coffee. I could
not help ponder about it the whole day. It was not like I was listening to it
for the 1st time. But I guess may be over the trance phases after
long weed sessions I may have perceived it as it was all about the education system
killing the creative brilliance and making children as robotic money ventures.
But due course of time and maturing (or rather sobering) I perceive there’s a very
larger scope for this rebellious song. It fits to every situation in life. There
is always a wall. But it’s the headmaster which changes the role play every
time. Some times it’s your grits some times it’s yours fears. It’s a very common observation from my part which
is in regard to every situation, “the finality is rest decided on your
confidence and your perception of the desired outcome.”
You cannot deny when you were kid
you have very lively and amazing dreams, inspirations as parents or grandparents
and aspirations like president (because your mom told he is the most powerful
person and u desperately wanted to kick Hari your arch enemy from baju walla
mohalla), movie star (The poster on the walls of your kindergarten school) or
singer (listening to the stereo when your older brother is listening to it).
You grew up and you aspiration changed. You let your mind take lucrative ways.
No longer had you envied when your arch enemy won the evening gully cricket
match but you rather prepare for medical or engineering or civil services
killing that kid inside you who once aspired to be a singer or a president.
Without deviation from the norm, Progress is not possible― Frank Zappa
Let make justice to that crying
kid inside us that we will do justice and try hard for his desires.
Lets promise to give a good hard
push to the Wall.
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