“Win the crowd and you will win your freedom”.
That’s what I have done all these years and if I have to believe myself it is impossible to win freedom as long you are breathing. I have no experience of the freedom after you stop breathing. Let’s see if I can write one blog from up there.
For Maximus it was easy, kill and win. He knew what he had to do. Avenge his wife and son’s murder. He was a great Gladiator because he had the skill and he knew what he wanted and what he was doing (plus he was in reel life). But in real life we, the gladiators, have a little different game at hands. There is no crowd watching us, cheering us, living and dying with us but they are there. More dangerous than they would be if they would sit in an arena and watch us play our lives.
This crowd doesn’t work on the win-win philosophy. You have to lose in order to win the crowd. And sometimes it is even worse. Win or lose, it doesn’t matter at all, you can’t win the crowd.
Who is this crowd and why we are gladiators. The answers lie deep down the earth where SMALL G (g) is equal to (=) ZERO (0) THAT IS (i.e.) g = 0. It is the pull of crowd that makes gladiators. Pull of doing great things for the crowd, being recognized and being remembered by the crowd, living a comfortable life and God knows what other thousands of pulls there are. And hence the point where g = 0 gets buried deep down those covers of pulls. These pulls and covers start taking shape the moment you are conceived in your mother’s womb. The gladiator is born before you, me, we, everybody is born.
And for this gladiator there is no one waiting in the other world. The ones who love him are also the part of that crowd. The crowd is what a gladiator lives for, lives with, dies for and dies without.
More than any other medium… fiction mirrors truth… the reality of my times… so I write fiction.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
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