Published on October 17, 2004 By mayainca In Misc
I'm inside a net cafe and rock music is playing loud.A teenager let to my seat is bobbing her head,and hips up and down in rythm.
While we were young,we had rock music in India we rhymed with it inside our heads ands while wiht friends,we gave vent by shaking our bodies too.We wouldnt make such hip movements in front of elders,30 years ago.
Today's children are less inhibited.Its probably because we the 50+ parents had allowed them better freedom.
Ours were cruel times,with teachers at schools ready with canes to take skin off your hands and bum.

There was less of electronics then.

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on Oct 17, 2004
Cruel times, indeed. Same times they had black plauges and lynch mobs that would actually put you in the gallows for witchcraft, or even just out of dislike? Same times food was not gaurenteed if you didn't catch it with your hands? Or was it the times where you life was not gaurenteed? A life where your village could be killed at any moment by a rival one? Where disease was outbroken and life expectancy in the 20's? Enlighten me my fellow friend what time is truly hard, but that time in which you do not take advantage of your time. that time in which you live life sleeping, that sleep in which nothing comes. The sleep has purpose in essence of our dreams, do not become lost in them, for when they control you, you are no longer alive, and when you control them... they are no longer dreams. The homeostasis is rare, but nestled in the middle of it is art and beauty unbeknownst to man. Hard times and pain are those things which you let hurt and become hard. Truly the only hard times lie in your mind.

~capi crimm.

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