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A hypocrite hippie

February 23, 2011

Let me tell you a story of a girl who wanted to become a hippie.

Why? Don’t ask me that! How will I know? Maybe she read too much about the free-spirited existence of hippies, maybe she read too much about the sixties. They don’t put a warning sign on books but reading can be really injurious to a purposeless mind.

So, this girl…

She started living in voluntarily poverty while still earning thousands in a plush corporate job.

She walked everywhere to reduce her carbon footprint.

She learnt how to paint and hand made greeting cards.

She stopped using leather products. She continued eating animals though.

She gave up wearing jewelry for wooden beads, and bought a huge “peace” pendant.

She tie-dyed, wore flip-flops and painted her nails in psychedelic colors.

She listened to blues and rock and bought an old acoustic guitar.

She could not play. She could not do any recreational drug.

She practiced yoga and painted flowers all over the walls of her room.

Then she got bored, and read ‘The Catcher in the Rye’ innumerable times.

She started hating hypocrites (which really meant everybody).

She got depressed.

I asked her, “Do you know how to love? Because if you can’t love, you are not a hippie. You are a hypocrite! And you can’t go on living hating yourself.”

So, I have given her this summer to learn how to love.

Peace signs, heart shapes, tie-dyes, rock star posters are all hokum.

If she can make this summer her ‘Summer of Love’ then only is she a hippie.

Till then, she is a hypocrite like the rest of us.

(It hurts, I know, but someone has to say it).


3 Comments leave one →
  1. Ch4 permalink
    February 24, 2011 3:56 am


  2. February 25, 2011 10:41 am

    Very vivid and meaningful ofcourse!

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