Catch-22


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Its April of 2020 and Day 03 of A to Z challenge. This year, I am doing Metaphors. Be it a movie, song, painting, book, idiom, etc. I plan to give a perspective to it with an explanation and a 8 line poem. 


 

Day 03 Metaphor: Catch-22

Catch-22 is a novel by Joseph Heller. Catch-22 as a paradox, makes an escape impossible when one attempts to escape. A catch-22 is a paradoxical situation from which an individual cannot escape because of contradictory rules or limitations. Catch-22 has become one of the best-recognized ways to describe the difficulty of being trapped by contradictory rules.

From logic to scientific research, the term is used in many places. It’s more of a paradox than a metaphor. I personally like this paradox and plan to use it as a metaphor in my poem.

Poem:
Damn, you did it?
Damn, you didn’t?
Damn you!
I have rules,
Made for you,
You don’t know.
I don’t know either,
Oh dear, my catch-22.

Don’t you do that? To the ones you don’t like? Hate begets hate.

Pour Your Heart Out


In the world which continually judges you, Gazes to invent and appreciate your negatives, looks beyond all your works to find your weaker points, to the foe acting friend, pour your heart out.

In the world that judges you by your appearances, rips you apart from your color and way you breathe, from the way you talk and behave, from the way you dress and present, in the world that wants to find and celebrate your flaws, pour your heart out.

While the world has its expertise, in the world which evaluates you by the world’s expertise and not by yours, the world which tells you what is correct when it thyself does not know what is, the world, decently corrupt and faithfully immoral, pour your heart out.

In the world which wants you to fall, fall because you will cry, because when you cry the world feels good, because when you cry you feel low and that is precisely why the world feels good, pour your heart out.

In the world where one person in the chain spoils the entire, lets down clan as the whole, shows up as a leader, a bad one, messes up with the whole process, destroys the culture,  questions your unprejudiced actions, pour your heart out.  

In the world where ego thinks while what others have is ego, gives advice because just like that, always stays one-sided, never sees the bigger picture, judges and judges and cries, and shouts, supports weird things, acts random and biased,  pour your heart out.

In the world which does not allow you to celebrate the little things of joy, tells you its cliché, while they can, but you can’t, while whatever you do always has a pinpoint, pour your heart out.  

In the world where you are broken into pieces, all messed up, have no direction, the ugly pieces as the world calls it, the nasty parts as the world sees it, pour your heart out.

In the world which is made up of weird rules and protocols, makes you make mistakes, tells you to be unique and tells you not be when you really do, the world which then asks you to follow the masses like another ass, pour your heart out.

Pour your heart out, because that makes you happy and no one can take that happiness away from you.  Pour your heart out because that is the way to satisfaction. Pour your heart out because that is love. Pour your heart because you are you, and you are away from judge-mentals. Pour your heart out to stay away from the lows.

Pour your heart out!   

We talk Rules and Shapes



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First the rules are formed and then the shape is assigned. This process makes it inevitable that when the shape is seen the rules are involuntary. The rules are anytime identifiable by the shape revealed.

Say for Example:
When we have visible mass of minute liquid droplets, frozen crystals or particles suspended in the atmosphere above the surface of a planetary body, we call the things that adhere to such rules as ‘clouds’.

Now all that said, have you ever seen a water droplet claiming it to be a cloud? Would you take that service?

This is interesting!
Wearing a white coat does not make anyone a doctor. A monkey cannot call itself a gorilla. One has to understand that there are rules. One has to understand and undergo certain transformation to become one. The process is that: first the properties and then the dressing, that how it goes and it must.  It kind of feels funny if the process reverses its order when the shape is first taken and then struggling through entire life to master the rules.

This applies to everything and every tip and toe that we see. Do I call myself a reader and then read books or do I read and then call myself a reader?

I look back at many things and ponder what was the right way and did I do them right! Do I have the right culture?