Freedom?

What does freedom mean to you? That's a question I've asked myself very often and I've always come up with different answers..it was freedom from school into college...and then freedom was figuring out what I wanted to do in life...during B-school days it was landing the dream job and then it was moving out from home...and then of course you start wondering what exactly freedom is? Is it just waiting for your next biggest goal, accomplishing it...feeling free for a day or two and then chasing something else?

A few months ago I read an interesting explanation of the manifestation of freedom in a Chetan Bhagat interview. He mentions in some other context that, once he was just walking by a station - and on an impulse decided to take a local to Lonavala, spent the day there, did some writing and then got back in the evening.

That's when I thought - wow this is what freedom is...doing what you want whenever you want to. But when the much awaited break to do what I want is now here, hopping on and off trains and buses isn't coming that easy to me! Well of course a primary reason being I don't get as much royalty to enjoy my freedom as he does (rather I don't get any at all). Which basically means freedom at someoneelse's expense (as in my case currently) is no freedom at all.

But on giving this a little more thought, I truly think being free means doing what you love to do and thats what I'm trying to figure - to be truly free and ride into the sunset or maybe towards sunrise!!

Eternally Alice!!!!

„Alice in Wonderland“ is how a psychoanalyst once described me. For the months that followed I kept wondering what he really meant by that…”You have this very Alice in Wonderland feel to you” is what he said….was it that I was a little lost in life? Coz Alice to me meant a little lost…was it a little naivety or did he meant I was a dreamer…a little isolated from reality??

Well I chose to believe I was the dreamer – a little cut off, a little sheltered and began to think that to be personally as well as professionally successful, I had to be as matter-of-fact as fact could get. So as much as I tried to curtail my dreams, a compulsive dreamer like me would always dream…hey that’s what I am a compulsive dreamer!!! My life doesn’t seem to move on if I don’t dream!!

Just yesterday, I read a book where the author talks about how his childhood dreams got fulfilled in different ways…but essentially lead to what he always wanted….I thought back…isn’t my life similar...a wonderful and ever supporting family, a caring and encouraging husband ( I would have liked him to be able to serenade as well ;-) …but never mind, a career on similar lines that I had imagined…and even a chance meeting with a childhood hero….and loads of them yet to go!! …and I decided that’s what I’d like to be for the rest of my life…Alice…Eternally…

Keep them coming girl...the dreams I mean...that’s what I tell myself!!!!!!