The Taste of Freedom..

I'm F.R.E.E.

Yes! I'm so free I can Smell it, Feel it, Eat it, Wear it, Sing it, Live it!!! And, I'm typing in pink :)

Unlike all the other days when I used to write bullshit about life here, today I think I want to make some sense..

Would love to share my experience without offending anyone who really loves the industry, my experience of being a tired machine who does something they hate all day long, everyday, for days, months and years. And the culprit was only ME, to allow myself to confine the free bird in me.

Sitting unhappily at a desk, a formal dress named "Banker", I had almost become a black business suit with only brains, who used to spend all weekend shopping at a mall and thinking she was happy because she could buy all happiness with the credit card. Maybe I could feel happiness, that those small shopping bills bought to me, may be it was because of the Imaginative person inside the banker's body, the body that had gotten caught up in a cage made of money, the "UNsocial" life that i used to lead and in the circle of other business suits that knew only cash, cheques, foreign exchange and for whom a change in banking policies or a rise or fall in the share market meant nothing less than a heart fail, and for whom a Wedding invitation was nothing more than a dinner.

The miserable company of each walking cash machine was ultimately killing the original person that used to live on rent in my body as someone who liked to paint, cook, eat, decorate, dance and sing, and live a life. Currency, clients and money. I think its only fair that there should be more to life than just earning a salary and spending it for fun. Typing very fast only for a mail in office id, or a conference call with the higher ups, an office dinner, a business suit, a formal meeting, a year ending profit party. Is this all we need?

I guess not! What one person actually wants is not type a mail to some client, but type a long due letter to a deeply missed friend, a call to our parents or sibling which is more awaited than a conference call to the higher ups, a new red wedding dress that when you wear means more than any other dress in the world, not a black business suit which covers all the emotions a person can have, not a formal office party or profit party where all faces look like they are the happiest but from the inside are the saddest..but a casual get together of parted friends, a get together that makes us happier than any profit party ever.

I knew there was no way I could get out of this cage until I decide to follow my dreams. The only thing that inspired me to stay in this job was the money that I could say was my own and let me shop like crazy. And Nothing Else!

And, finally, I thought "Lets do this!"

Within an hour of this 'quitting', I was out of that world. That fake "counter - client - meeting - smile". Addio, Banking! Addio, Identity card. Addio, No - life. Ciao, LIFE

I broke the cage. I became free. I resigned. Here, "Resigned" doesn't mean "I quit". It means I have now started to lead my new life. Who says one cant switch careers? If someone wishes to, they can, if only they do not, at all, think of their life as a career. For life is meant to be lived, felt, enjoyed not to be worked, practised, experienced.

Its meant to be tasted like a bite of your favourite fruit, sung like a lively song, painted like a romantic movie..So what if  its all a fantasy? Isn't the Fantasy making you Happy? Doesn't a movie as short as 1 hour fly you away to a different world? If you allow such petty things to affect your life, can't we allow life to affect the petty little things that matter only a little?

Sure we can. So what if I cant afford some things today, the biggest thing that I have got is smile. I am a happy person! And that, for sure, is my greatest source of happiness. And one can get these material possessions, if they matter, for the satisfaction one's sub conscious, any time again if they're passionate about what they're doing.

And I can only remember the lines of this song:

I simply gotta march,

my heart's a drummer,

nobody, no, Nobody

Is gonna reign on my parade!

:smiles:

:cheers: