Every one of us would have at some point of time stood at cross-roads and wondered which direction to take. It could have so happened that some past traveller, in their moment of confusion, interchanged the signboards or mislead you. And hence, it could be possible that you took the wrong road. And probably that’s why you are here, reading this now.
Ok, that was a stupid joke. But the fact that the cross-roads is here and now isn’t. We have, over the years, tried to build a life where everything is measurable, predictable and within the pages of some big encyclopedia. And since when I can remember, I have refused to believe what I’ve been told. I have always lived a life of validation. I have treated the cross-roads of my life as the answer to the many questions I’ve always had. And guess what – the monkey liked it!
Now you must be wondering which monkey I am talking about. Well, in one of my previous posts I linked to a page which had a funny story by a good friend. He talks about the un-evolved monkey in all our heads, fighting, jumping about and generally creating nuisance. And look around. What he says pretty much true!
Although I agree with him about the monkey in me, I don’t think that the monkey has stopped evolving. If there is any thing that saddens me more, it is the fact that we are living in times in which shallow relationships, stupid dogmas, unethical practices, lustful pastimes and the rest have created a situation where evolution is the last thing on anyone’s mind. Evolution? Hello? I’m too busy doing what they told me to do. I’ll earn my two letter degree and find a good job and whatddya know – I’ll marry by age 25 and breed more mon…err..kids! I’ve got it all figured!
Unfortunately, it seldoms happens like that. Unfortunately, it’s never possible to escape arriving at a cross-road. And years of devolution have made the sign boards untrustworthy. You were probably all monkey and not man. But it is possible that you arrived at some fork and never realised that it’s time to make the monkey wiser. It’s possible that you gave in to all what they said and tried to live happily ever after. You probably had other monkeys to take care of, and couldn’t chose higher ground.
I arrived at a mental cross-road today. I had to make the monkey listen to the man in me. But it wasn’t easy. The man feels small. This world looks like one big zoo to him. Full of overgrown monkeys. He feels trapped in a cage meant for monkeys. But I know I am standing at the cross-roads, waiting for a little sign, a little something to show me the way to farther shores. I am watching the monkey and the man. I am watching the road. I am also watching her…..
[Listening to: Catapult - R.E.M. ]