I’m puzzled. What does being free mean to you?
Doesn’t it mean the right to express yourself freely and frankly? Maybe, irreverently? Maybe out of curiosity? A desire to understand? To know more?
Reject? Question? Debate?
What if this right were taken away? You’d be fine with it, right? Because. I. Don’t. Hear. You. Ask. Why. WHY?
Why is it ok for our money to not be in our control?
Why is it ok for banks to lower the interest rate on FDs, charge us for every transaction, levy whimsical penalties?
Why is it ok for restaurants to fleece us?
Why is it ok for our green cover to be tampered with, taken away and replaced by more concrete in the name of development?
Why is it ok for a saffron bearing yogi to unleash uncool squads in the name of women protection?
Why is it acceptable for our history books to be rewritten in ways that make our past a sham?
Why is it ok for people in power to remain unaccountable?
Why is it ok for privileged and powerful government servants to slap and beat up professionals? Why is it ok for them to get a token tap on the wrist instead of being severely punished?
Why is it ok to allow someone to tell you what you can or cannot eat?
Why is it ok to be fed propaganda instead of news?
Why is it ok for you to feel smug and watch injustice play out around you?
Why is it ok for you to pretend that slowly and at a distance from you … the reins are being pulled in?
Why do you not see? Why are you choosing to be blind?
Because, once you have been silenced, there will be no coming back. Your hands would have been tied. Your impulse to fight back completely destroyed. Your right to question will be forgotten and very soon you will not know the difference between being free and being a conscientious tax paying, aadhaar number. Puppet. On. A. String.
It will be too late.
Yours, if you want me
Your Right to Freedom