Burn the books in the room and start running. Run from your room. Knock on random doors, knock on the heads and give a smack on the bums of the oversleeping friends and run. Run up the stairs. Run into the mess, wish the garrulous obese friends good bye and run again Run to the canteen n throw away the laptop of the geeks sitting there n then run into a class room, throw a stone at the crap in the ppt and run. Run to the auditorium, shake a leg and start dancing with the recruiters and dead serious aspirants. Run out. Run down the hill and run out to face the world.
Run to a Metallica concert, ask all to observe one minute silence and run again. Run to Paris, run the ramp with the models and run away. Run to Monaco, run across the formula 1 track and keep running if u r still alive. Run to the Olympics, Run with Usain bolt and run out of the stadium.
Run into the brick wall of prejudices, biases and preconceived notions, fall down, get hurt, get up and run into it until it collapses. Run into the black hole of hypocrisy, pseudo social norms and made up illusions and run out of it after burying the black hole. Run to the forest of miseries, bump into the trees of racism, face the beasts of hatred, step on the thorns of poverty, bleed, bleed n bleed. Wipe the blood away, start a forest fire and run, run n run. Run back through the pages of history and tear off the pages containing all the bloody wars fought over trivial reasons and run back to the present.
Run into the Taj Hotel; shed a tear n run again. Run inside the parliament during the question hour and give the answer “To hell with all of you” n run out before you get shot. Run through the Wall Street, show ur preferred finger to all the over hyped human causes of economic depression and keep running.
Run to the old man sitting on the pavement, take the cigarette from him, have a drag, give him a hug and run again. Run to the chapel of love, kiss the bride n the groom and even the priest and run out. Run to the school, ring the bell, watch the kids run out and run with them. Run to the river, take a dive, take a dip, get out and run again. Run to the cliff, burn the cash, get rid of the clothes, be a free man and fly away.
But for now, run out of the dream, Run to the toilet, run to the shower, run back to the room, run to the mess and run to the class. It is 9 o clock !!!!!!!
15 comments:
Nice stuff...I wish I could do the kinda running you have described...But I guess most of us will be running in an Olympian dirt track in never-ending circles taking care never to fall out of track until...until we drop dead one day... :)
Run Vimal Run
@ Neel - Well said dude. But i hope all of us look around while running on the track and enjoy the beauty around us, may be a few of us might even see the exit from the stadium and head out into the open....
@Natarajan - I m running just like u and everyone else :)
You probably over ran!
Wow, cool work. But didn't expect you had such a soppy bleeding heart inside of you :)
Good satirical take on the life around us and even within us. Liked your writing style. But the point remains that " Will we able to free ourselves from the external and internal shackles and run so freely ever? " - The same thing as pointed by Neel.
run khan run!!
let there be blood and sweat but no tears....coz boys dont cry!! or do we???
Surreal, lad. I'm tempted to ask if you were high when you wrote this. And that *is* a compliment.
As the Red Queen says in 'Through the looking glass' - "Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!"
Shamanth
We also had a 9 o clock run at IMT. The mess used to close for breakfast at 9 and there wud b a mad rush to the mess everyday. Of course nobody went to class on time :)
Marvellous piece!
A captivating satire at the end which only made me feel miserable at what I'm running for, or probably, if I may take the liberty, most of us. Just to say, you didn't leave any stone unturned in describing the vagaries of life. You ran into the most obvious, and the most overlooked prejudices of the world - and the blogpost runs and hits straight at the soul.
For me, its a mocking question at the very purpose of existence. Once again, brilliant work!
Now that's what we call...
FUN on the RUN!!
Just let me know when you begin... I've put on my shoes as well. Khan and Singh will run together :)
Khan - Absolute masterclass..Yet another jewel in the crown for the nappie trader Piyush Khan from Somalia..You've come a long way..One comment however on the structuring of the amazin RUN, not sure if the others are going to kill me for advising 'THE KHAN'.. I felt you couldve started running from your room (your immediate present) through to the streets, moving onto the abstracts (brick wall of prejudices etc) and then you wake up and run to class. I felt it makes for a better flow.. - RAF
@ Siddhu - Couldnt stop once i started, n after all how many people take a pause once they start 'The Run ' ?
@erwen - Compared to the chennai days, I ve started observing things more closely...Meanwhile, u remember the short stories we came up with that day, we ve to work on tat man..
@Mayank - Unless we get to understand what is freedom for us, i guess we wont be able to do it. Even if u r free from everything else, u ll have to free yourself from you
@ Pams - Let there be sweat n tears but no blood..
@Shamanth - High is just a mental state of existence. Gimme an imaginary glass of water also,i can get high..
Does the speed of running matter as much as the direction ?
hey, good stuff :)
couldnt figure out where it was heading... nice ending!
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