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A Good Life: Finding Freedom Beyond Comfort

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A good life is many things. Friends. Family. A roof above to keep you safe.

But sometimes, that very roof brings walls with it. And walls can become a cage.

Look at the rabbits in a zoo. They have food, shelter, and safety. Yet, behind those bars, do they feel free?

It makes you wonder—what’s the balance between comfort and freedom? Between safety and truly living?

A good life isn’t just about what you have. It’s about how you feel. Free to roam. Free to dream. Free to be.

Sometimes, we need to step outside the cages we build for ourselves. Even if they look like homes.

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What is to be ‘free’? It’s a question that’s been on my mind. For freedom is not about fences. Or walls.

The best of impregnable forts and prisons have never been able to contain an idea whose time has arrived.
If freedom is not about boundaries, walls or chains then what is it really?

Nelson Mandela, a man who spent 26 years in prison said so eloquently : “

”… to be free is not merely to cast off one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others"

The walls that are there in our minds are far stronger than we can imagine. They start out as silly fences and before you know it, become deep walls.

I know a few in my mind that I can do without. What walls in your mind need a knocking down?

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We are prisoners of our minds. Of our biases. The unconscious ones especially. The trouble with those is that we think we are truly free. We don’t recognise our prison term.
Freedom comes long after recognition of the world in the prison and the truth that lies beyond.

That recognition comes from open conversation with diverse people.

It comes from cultivating friendships across the spectrum.

And of course, it comes from travel.
Do pack your bags and go somewhere. You’ll shed some baggage you didn’t remember packing.
#freedom #travel #eyes #journeys #traveller #travelblogging #travelblogger #India #Goa #fort #prison #jail #neweyes #baggage #bags # (at Aguda Fort, GOA)

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Raj Ghat in New Delhi, is nothing more than a plank. If you see it that way.
Yet you have millions of people visiting the place. It’s the memorial of THE Mahatma, you see.

The place reeks simplicity. With an eternal flame serving as the only far coat of luxury.
You think of the man and you realise a few things.
You grow tall with your deeds. With your lifestyle. With your message.
And then when you add love to the equation, you continue to stand tall. Long after you lay down.
#Delhi #NewDelhi #RajGhat #Mahatma #Gandhi #memorial #traveller
#travel #India #travelblogging
#Blogger #blogging #freedom #simpleliving #simplicity #love (at Rajghat)

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Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above,
Don’t fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
Don’t fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin’ breeze,
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Don’t fence me in.

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies.
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise.

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can’t look at hovels and I can’t stand fences
Don’t fence me in.

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies,
Don’t fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
Don’t fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin’ breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Don’t fence me in.

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise.
Ba boo ba ba boo.

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can’t look at hobbles and I can’t stand fences
Don’t fence me in.
No.
Poppa, don’t you fence me in.

Favorite performance by Dean Martin


Meaning From Within

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It was two years ago. But the memory of it all is evergreen. I was particularly pleased with the way the entire activity galvanised the neighbourhood into action. We were like any other neighbourhood in modern day India. Ok, most other neighbourhoods. Middle class with aspirations, new money, apathy and focussed on self.

On this day, it all changed. Even if it were for a brief while, it changed. We found support from every quarter. And today, what was once a mound of garbage is a clean place with no problems. Most of the people who were involved arent there any more to enjoy the fruits of ‘labour’ !

That doesnt seem to be important at all ! We were part of a moment. An important important. An important moment where there was disticnt movment. Both for the world and for us. That activity showed us what was possible. And that it was possible to go beyond illusory borders in our own minds.

All this, a tribute to a man, who showed it is possible to go beyond ! Yourself !

Even as i write this, there is new found energy to do something. Far more deep, distinct and ‘making a difference’. There is a plan. And watch this space ! More on that, is on the drawing board !