A smile that lived

A man was traveling in an airplane. He had just completed his dinner when an announcement came. There is turbulence ahead. Please wear your seat belt. A few seconds later, the plane began to shake uncontrollably. People around him began to scream. The man knew too that he was going to die. He was calm and smiled back at the people who shouted their lungs out. Their life was coming to an end. The plane was fast losing altitude. The pilot sounded helpless but continued to steer ahead. One of the engines had caught fire. Life had become empty and meaningless in just a few seconds. Plans for his family reunion after months had just been shattered. There was no business plan or sales strategy that mattered anymore. He was expecting a large and long due contract next week. He wouldn’t see next week. The dinner was his last supper. Thankfully he had enjoyed it with a glass of wine. He felt complete like he had never before. Suddenly, he had nothing to lose and nothing to gain. He continued to smile as people around him prayed frantically to their Gods. In a matter of a few seconds there would be a loud thud and it would be over. He decided to live each second as if it was the only one left. The end was inevitable always just that it was predictably visible for the first time in his life. He smiled at his futility. He had achieved nothing for all that he had been doing for the last 48 years. His twins were doing well, one in a law college and another learning advanced physics. Just an hour before he had thanked his co-passenger for helping him put his bag in the overhead cabin. His neighbour was tall and strong. But right now he was still, his eyes open wide. They were still like him. He wouldn’t budge from that position. He was cold. The heart in that huge muscular body had given up. The man continued to smile. To his left was a girl fast asleep in her mother’s lap. The one year old had no idea or interest in what was happening around her. She had a calm smile similar to the one he had on his lips. Tears fell like rain from her mother’s helpless eyes. She didn’t howl like the others. She held her breath strongly lest her voice may disturb her peace. She didn’t have the courage to wake her daughter. She kissed her forehead and hoped she wouldn’t wake up to see the destruction. There was no hope for a miracle. It was obvious what lay ahead. He lost his smile for a few microseconds. He remembered his mother. In a flash, he had imagined her in despair on hearing the news. The smile returned. This time wider. His mother had lost him many years ago to his job and to a woman he claimed to love him more. He hadn’t visited his mother when she had her tumour removed last year. He had just been promoted then and was expected to stay on for the board meeting. His mother understood. He was not sure if his twins would be able to make it for the final ceremonies. His grin widened. Life was coming to a still. Strangely his heart beat was constant. Not faster. Not slower. He had never felt at peace like this before. There was a big jolt as the plane gained pace from the free fall and people fell off their seats and rolled over. He had fastened his seat belt on the first announcement itself as he watched them fall over each other from his seat. He couldn’t, however, catch hold of the pen his father had gifted him on his graduation. It was precious and expensive but now worthless. As far as his memory went, he had seen his father cry for the first and the only time when he graduated. That face came alive in front of his eyes. It didn’t change the smile on his face. It was a rigid smile that would stay that way. His wife had decided to separate soon after the twins opened their eyes. She didn’t want children but was unable to express it till they were born. He felt alive for one final time as recalled the ugly divorce that had left him bankrupt, emotionally too. The smile was firm. He counted his breaths as he remembered how he counted cars on the road as a child when his family went for the customary weekly dinner. He didn’t realise when he counted his last. Life stopped, the smile lived on. He had accomplished nothing. He had started with nothing.

When nothing matters.

The fascination of freedom is as old as the origin of the universe. All living things including the humans that are capable of reading this have co-existed and survived based on symbiotic relationships that are far from the concept of freedom. The duality of co-existence and dependence implies that the idea of freedom has sought high attention always. The history of freedom has been written about with such short sightedness, that a few Google searches on freedom take you to ‘the history of freedom struggle’ almost limiting the concept of freedom to a nation’s sovereignty or it’s ability to self govern itself. In other words, for a lot of people, freedom means the ability to do whatever they wish to do without the pressure of any external forces. The irony is that this definition of freedom itself is not free. It is locked in a point of view that assumes the absence of freedom as some kind of disability to make independent choices. What if those choices you made without any kind of influence enslave you further? Imagine exercising your freedom to get married to the love of your life only to realize that your freedom is curbed for the rest of your life. The next goal is to seek freedom from the idiosyncrasies of the same relationship you thought would set you free.

Is it possible that the idea of freedom has been defined wrongly? There are no two views about the desire to be free someday – some do it discreetly, some are vocal about it. The reality however, is that if you pursue freedom to get freedom, you will not even come close to it. You will try to cut cords or will find a way to run away from your reality or seek solace. You will not be free. You will only get further entangled in your failure to set yourself free.

Freedom is not a physical space thing. You are not free not because someone imprisoned your body. You are not free because your mind is imprisoned. The interesting thing about mind is that nobody except yourself can imprison your mind. Another interesting thing is that nobody except yourself can set your mind free. But we don’t want to accept that because it’s a lot of hard work accepting and acting on it. The easier way out is to blame the people and the world around you. It feels light when you can blame others for the difficulties inflicted upon you. Passing on the baton is a temporary relief though. The baton returns back and then you want to quickly release it again. The baton itself becomes your keeper or prison guard. It keeps you intact. It’s like playing ping-pong. When you win a point by passing the ball past your opponent, it gives you immense satisfaction. The moment your opponent wins a point against you, you feel despair again. And the ping-pong goes on.

If you really wish to be free someday, you will have to do something else. In fact, you will not have to do something at all. You will have to pursue nothingness to truly free yourself. When you pursue nothingness, you will do nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not just in action but also in thought. That’s when you will be truly free if that’s what you really wanted. In fact, the word ‘wanted’ enslaves you too. Wanting to get something or do something will imprison you. You realize freedom, you can’t want it. However, this needs a lot of practice. It’s not some science or art as some may call it. It’s simply a skill. Practice it more and you get closer to it. First, the views of others will imprison and affect you. Then their views will stop affecting you. You will be free from their impact. Then you will face the real challenge. You will be encountered by your own views and opinions about almost everything. They will guard you and direct you to say and do things that you will defend as if you actually think they are true. That truth itself is nothing but the slave of your imagination which sometimes you will attribute to real experiences.

You can’t want or desire freedom. You need freedom. When you need something badly, it is kind of a helpless situation as compared to a want or desire where you feel a false sense of empowerment. I need food. I want pizza. I desire to have a thin crust Italian pizza made in a wood fired oven. However, the way freedom has been defined starts with the statement “I want to be free”. This will only lead you to another prison. You get rid of one prison and enter another. You will never be free if you want it.

You become free when you want nothing. You become free when you become free from your belief that for every action there should be an equal and opposite reaction. Damn Newton for making us believe that so fiercely! He didn’t really mean it that way.  We have become the slaves of linking. We want to link every situation to something. It starts with trying to give a meaning to anything that happens in your own private prison that you so dearly love. Do you even want to be free? As per you, everything should mean something. There has to be a reason for anything that happens or has happened to you. In fact, scientists are desperately trying to give a meaning to our existence, to find a source to our existence. The ambitious ones are trying to define a purpose to their lives. How can my life become meaningful? I must have a higher purpose, a higher calling. This mere thought that there is a story to your madness enslaves you for life. So much so that, we can’t imagine somebody sitting idle or doing nothing. If we find such a person, we start to curse him, call him mad, despise him for his uselessness. Suddenly, this person starts to look busy. Busy doing something while in reality he is busy doing nothing. But he must look busy, else he will be punished for being free. How many times have you asked a colleague in your office – are you free? The poor guy will never admit it because to be free means some kind of a sin and he must be jailed for it again.

Yet, we live in the hypocrisy of our want or desire to be free. We will keep blaming other people and our environment for our lack of freedom. If you don’t believe me, test it for your self. If you get five minutes off after a busy day, try to remain still. No, you won’t. You will feel threatened. You will be uncomfortable. You will want to do something again. You will check your mobile phone to see who messaged. If nobody messaged, you will check the social status of your friends to see what they are doing in their life. If there is no internet, again you will feel a discomfort. You will start planning for the next day’s work. Or you will simply start looking for other people who are free and invite them to get busy with you. You will neither allow yourself to be free nor will you allow anybody else to be free.

The journey towards freedom is the journey towards nothingness. The true freedom seeker will stop seeking it because it doesn’t exist. If I were to tell you that freedom doesn’t exist, only the the idea of freedom does, you will call me mad and may even troll me to eternity. If I were to tell you that only Nothing exists, you will sympathize with me and recommend me to a madhouse. But since you have read so far, let me thank you and request you read a little further.

You need to be free, but you can’t demand it. Stop seeking. Do Nothing. Hope for Nothing. Be Nothing. Act for Nothing. Live for Nothing. Think Nothing. Ok, don’t go mad. Can you do that just for 10 min? I am not asking you to do it for life yet. Try for 5 min. Alright do it for just 1 min. Or simply for a fraction of a moment and experience what true freedom really means. You will be free for that one moment or maybe longer if you practice the skill of becoming free. There is Nothing called Freedom. There is only the reality of being free. But you can practice it like a skill. Just like the skill of singing or cooking, or swimming or riding a bicycle. You never believe you can do it till you just start doing it one day. And then you keep getting better at it as if you always knew it. In fact you can’t be free. To be free is again to be something. The real meaning of to be free is to not be at all. Just don’t be. If you be, then you are bound again. There is only one statement that can hold true when you are free. You are free.