** Written 4 years ago, some not particularly bright night, some views have evolved but publishing as it is, as was written then **
As far back as I can remember, I always had my own views, mostly different than those surrounding me. This eccentricity has caused me a good share of trouble and there was a time when I even did not like this difference and tried to confirm or atleast give an appearance of confirmation to the views of those surrounding me. This was seen as lack of good behavior at home and indiscipline at school. In summation, I was that kid in the class, family and neighborhood whose future certainly was going to be troublesome. I remember one particular incidence from my third year of schooling when i denied copying a work from one of my notebooks to other, I was confronted by the teacher, who was totally clueless what to say when a student denies to do as asked. She tried to first order me, then intimidate me by taking me to the principal and calling my parents. I was scared as hell ( I must have been as I recall me crying all over my bench), but some how, I just had one question, why should I re-write something, from one notebook to other, which the teacher had no reasoning, a smarter teacher could have cooked up a reason, but I understand now, teachers in our country do way beyond what they are paid and they have no inclination to be more smart, for a kid who is definitely undisciplined. The end result, I was taken crying to the principal, my parents were called, and thankfully they agreed to take me out of that school the following year.
The schools might have changed over my 12 years of education, but my troubles continued to be bound to this single logic of me thinking I have the right to have my own opinion and state it in public. This led me right into the trouble, countless times, streching from that school room, to the corridors of one of the biggest research institutes of the country. Now surprisingly, two things remained same in all these years of my troubles, me having my own views and my inclination to say them, and people despising me having my own views. I have problem understanding the second equally enough to the first. I still do not understand, why these people in authority, hated even my innocuous, debatable view, debatable because I argued in favor of it, but I assume they hated it because they did not even thought its worth debating against their own understanding of the things. Amidst these condition, I really tried to give up my views and follow instructions, but only for so long, coz to follow, means to not think for your self( “I was once literally told to not use my brain”), but for me following was a series of infinite decision at each step, and each step, I was not able to convince that my foot are following my brain or heart. I needed atleast one to agree with my foot, ultimately, my foot followed my brain and my heart and oops I was again in trouble.
The exact events although interesting, are not the topic of today’s mumbling, I will talk about those some other day. There was so much common between these first and this trouble, but there was one undeniable difference, the power of the authority was of a different order altogether. This was an experience for lifetime, it taught me, that courage is not shouting out loud “like the famous “How is the Josh”, followed by High Sir, its just saying NO when you know the consequence of that NO, its saying NO, against your million of years of evolutionary instincts. I am happy, I said NO. It was liberating, It was a re-birth, but a rebirth in an abyss, so deep, light was just an abstract thought, and thus began the journey, to see the light. Again, contrary to the popular belief, I know something different, or rather am opined to something different, I know, I will not just see the light, but there will be light, soon.