Wednesday, June 11, 2008


Marsh Harrier

Free as a bird, they say. High above, seemingly at peace in a vast space, without restrain, without paths, without signs - at will. But the bird is tied to its mother, the earth, by an invisible force. It has to keep flapping its wings least else it will fall down. But the force is not the villain here - it is life itself, or maybe, love - in restraining the bird it also protects it from the infinite space beyond. The bird would not be 'free' as a photon is not free, even though it travels across the universe. The bird's freedom is defined by its boundary. Without context there is no meaning. Without boundary there is no freedom. The choice is not if we want boundary, the choice is in what boundary we define. And we keep redefining the boundaries when we feel the urge to venture beyond or within.

I was going through my old emails ... and I found the above piece I had written for someone dear on 22/4/2005. It is quite interesting and sometimes funny to read oneself after a gap.


N said...

That ( subjective / objective) is a classic argument on freedom...interesting perspective though. Good one.

quasi said...

:) that was an emotional response to someone who was getting scattered trying to "preserve" her freedom.

inane said...

quasibaba ki jai !