The subject calls upon me to make an open confession. Let me take courage and confess what I like and what I dislike.
My likes and dislikes arc rather limited. The first thing I positively dislike is the nerve racking discipline imposed upon the youngers by the elders or by those in authority. Why should anybody bother my life with do’s and don’ts? Why should I not be left entirely to myself to choose my own ways ? Why should a father, who himself smokes, call upon his child to refrain from smoking and drinking ? Does he have any moral right to do that ? Why should a student be forced to sit and listen to the most boring, dull and dry lecture of an incompetent teacher who does not know his job ? Discipline, as the word has unfortunately come to mean today, stunts normal growth and hinders the free development of personality. How lovely is the freely growing undisciplined, untamed nature ? Who disciplines the dancing rivulets? Who disciplines the singing birds ? Man is born free, we put him in chains. How sad, how tragic!
Another thing that I like is to sit idle and to do nothing. Vacant hours fill me with pleasure and joy. A walk by the mountain side or by the river side delights my heart. I can sit for hours on a railway bridge to watch the shrieking movement of the trains below. Work, work and work. It has made a hell of this life.
I feel like crying with W.H. Davies :
“What is this life if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare.
My hobby is playing practical jokes upon others. My heart tingles with a sense of delight when 1 make a fool of some body, full of a false sense of pride in his wisdom and intellect. I enjoy playing truant. Using ‘proxies’ in the class is a part of my nature. I love pulling off a gentleman’s turban with the help of a crooked needle and a long thread. Tying down the long hair of the ladies with bedsteads while they are asleep, writing nasty words on the shirts of my class-fellows, writing love letters to my...
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