The beautiful majestic shikari bird flew far beyond into the deep blue skies. It felt free. It was happy to fly high, enjoying the grasslands. The sky was its limit. When it was hungry, it used to hunt an insect and then carry on its flight, against the wind. It felt good when the winds touched its wings. It had no one to direct and no one to limit as every direction had its own views the world was unlimited. It raced with the other birds and wished them well on their way. It flew east and could see the rivers with fish. It flew south and could see forests with little worms in their trees. It flew west and saw vast green farmlands. No matter how it looked, everywhere and anywhere it went, everyone shared and cared. There was no fear that it would starve and so there was no greed. It needed no options. It was free. It didn’t have to learn how to survive the beautiful wild, it just knew. The whole world was its home.
It was then captured by a hunter. It was made to starve for many days. Its wings were tied, and its legs chained. It wanted to eat, fly and run. One day, he loosened its wings. It was so eager to fly. It shook and rushed towards the sky quickly. But its legs were leashed. It had to come back. It had no choice. This time they untied its legs and put food in front of it. It rushed and ate but had to stay as it could not fly. This was repeated on and on until it forgot what it is to feel the winds in its feathers. This was repeated on and on until it was convinced that there was only one option, and it was to come back to the hunter, in its mind. Years passed, now it hunts, not one organism but many and for someone else sake.
Jean-Paul Sartre said, “Freedom is what you do with what is given to you”. It thought it needed food and it is its choice to come back. Every other shikari bird it knows comes back. It must hunt- deadlines and commitments. It must breed only with the birds that the hunter chose. Now it flies but just for the sake of hunting for its master. It was tamed and leashed. It was forced to race with other birds, along with other birds and against other birds. On the days it flew in some other direction, it was afraid of not finding its way back. It was repeatedly told that the wild was darkly wild. It was now afraid of getting lost. There were set of rules. It was supposed to follow. It forgot that there is another way too. It was intolerant of different birds who appeared to know where to go on their own. So did other Shikaris held it with their sanctions.
Thousands of years passed, and generations passed in this taming. Now every action is to be linked to a reason and every reasoning, in turn, limited to gain. But no one clearly knows what they want to gain.
It was then captured by a hunter. It was made to starve for many days. Its wings were tied, and its legs chained. It wanted to eat, fly and run. One day, he loosened its wings. It was so eager to fly. It shook and rushed towards the sky quickly. But its legs were leashed. It had to come back. It had no choice. This time they untied its legs and put food in front of it. It rushed and ate but had to stay as it could not fly. This was repeated on and on until it forgot what it is to feel the winds in its feathers. This was repeated on and on until it was convinced that there was only one option, and it was to come back to the hunter, in its mind. Years passed, now it hunts, not one organism but many and for someone else sake.
Jean-Paul Sartre said, “Freedom is what you do with what is given to you”. It thought it needed food and it is its choice to come back. Every other shikari bird it knows comes back. It must hunt- deadlines and commitments. It must breed only with the birds that the hunter chose. Now it flies but just for the sake of hunting for its master. It was tamed and leashed. It was forced to race with other birds, along with other birds and against other birds. On the days it flew in some other direction, it was afraid of not finding its way back. It was repeatedly told that the wild was darkly wild. It was now afraid of getting lost. There were set of rules. It was supposed to follow. It forgot that there is another way too. It was intolerant of different birds who appeared to know where to go on their own. So did other Shikaris held it with their sanctions.
Thousands of years passed, and generations passed in this taming. Now every action is to be linked to a reason and every reasoning, in turn, limited to gain. But no one clearly knows what they want to gain.
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