the most difficult thing to be ever have been taught to us has to go back to the time, when the preschool teachers busted their asses off while teaching us how to draw a "line"..literally so..
because, no matter how much hard you try, you can never get it right.. because, it would never be straight enough... and then came the drawing class and the equally horrid and treacherous drawing teachers, who were insistent to the point that we draw "straight" lines, without the aid of the ruler.. and if that was not enough, we were also expected to be able to draw perfect replicas of sets of parallel lines, straight, curved, slanting, waves, et al..
and then life starts to happen, and somewhere among all that, you are expected to draw lines again.. starting with drawing a line on the lab-tables de-marking the experiment areas, drawing a line on the sand to separate the teams position, drawing a line to mark a place to start, and it goes on and somehow it gets tangled into the metaphors..
and even before we can pause to reflect on all these, the said "line" has by far moved from being the "literal" line to the "metaphor" line.. and this time, its our asses that're caught or stuck on the wrong side of it..
in all my growing years, one lesson that had been constant was regarding this "line".. line between right/wrong.. to do/not to do.. less/more.. yes/no.. so drawing line is never alien.. i have been doing this for a quarter of my life now..
but today, i drew a line.. and suddenly i was rushed with the feel that im being the bad guy here.. and then it struck me, those people had been very convenient about it earlier.. coz they never thought it necessary to give me a heads up on this..
so, we should draw a line.. marking our territory.. to tell people not to take us for granted.. to tell them that i'm not their's for grab.. to tell them that it still happens to be me who controls my life.. and that, they belong to the other side of the line..
but what do i do of this sudden rush?
because, i cannot line with it, at least for the moment.
because, no matter how much hard you try, you can never get it right.. because, it would never be straight enough... and then came the drawing class and the equally horrid and treacherous drawing teachers, who were insistent to the point that we draw "straight" lines, without the aid of the ruler.. and if that was not enough, we were also expected to be able to draw perfect replicas of sets of parallel lines, straight, curved, slanting, waves, et al..
and then life starts to happen, and somewhere among all that, you are expected to draw lines again.. starting with drawing a line on the lab-tables de-marking the experiment areas, drawing a line on the sand to separate the teams position, drawing a line to mark a place to start, and it goes on and somehow it gets tangled into the metaphors..
and even before we can pause to reflect on all these, the said "line" has by far moved from being the "literal" line to the "metaphor" line.. and this time, its our asses that're caught or stuck on the wrong side of it..
in all my growing years, one lesson that had been constant was regarding this "line".. line between right/wrong.. to do/not to do.. less/more.. yes/no.. so drawing line is never alien.. i have been doing this for a quarter of my life now..
but today, i drew a line.. and suddenly i was rushed with the feel that im being the bad guy here.. and then it struck me, those people had been very convenient about it earlier.. coz they never thought it necessary to give me a heads up on this..
so, we should draw a line.. marking our territory.. to tell people not to take us for granted.. to tell them that i'm not their's for grab.. to tell them that it still happens to be me who controls my life.. and that, they belong to the other side of the line..
but what do i do of this sudden rush?
because, i cannot line with it, at least for the moment.
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