The Freedom with Anonymity

Not so long ago… I experienced an eccentric side of human nature…alongwith a very dear friend and could not help but write about the sheer joy I felt at the moment of experience ..and how I cannot help but wonder at my own idiosyncrasy now ….




Lets give that moment a definition: “When monkeys and penguins danced at the terrace- freedom with Anonymity”…



I had always mocked at people who would say that their popularity was ultimately a menace and that they would much prefer if they could lead their lives being anonymous….not that I myself seek popularity but being anonymous, being unidentified…that wasn’t really food for thought in my case…until ofcourse now!



A few nights ago….I was travelling and took a halt at a very dear friend’s place for the night….. We were meeting after such a long period that our happiness gave us a high that was certainly higher than the most sought after mediums tend to do …And at midnight..we suddenly felt like going to the terrace of her building…



She stays in a society where neighbours are people who are separated just by a wall, and lanes are lucky labyrinthine spaces that must have went unnoticed to have remained alive …

Hence the terraces of most neighbouring blocks are joined and only separated by minimal divides of concrete…



So there we were….. laughing, cracking jokes, sharing cheap thrills from long forgotten experiences ..when suddenly I started dancing…Not that a choreographer would call it so..but I still prefer to say that I started dancing and inspired my friend also to join in the madness..(two bundles of clothes moving left right and occasionally a hand shooting in various directions)…So at 2:00 am in the morning…in cold….dark and friendly fog…we were dancing….For No one..Just No One could see us doing so…There was this enthralling sense of freedom…a sense of joy and power as if we owned that moment…



When suddenly we noticed an intruder in our privacy….The neighbour (probably someone who would have recognized us at daytime), was talking on the phone with his Lady Love (plain assumption) and had not yet noticed us because it was dark and foggy…



This negligence gave us further confidence to continue with our acrobatics and we started dancing with all the more vigour and fearlessness….After almost a decade..I told my mind and heart…. “Dance, Who Cares!!!”



When we realized that he really could not recognize us..we thought ….lets get mischievous….

Dear Reader…in times of normalcy …we are least expected to end up with such thoughts but that night…was an exception….we were fearless and free…for we could not be recognized…he couldn’t identify the two figures moving and oscillating and falling…And so the dance was followed by… us walking like penguins….jumping like monkeys….and trying to scare the poor soul by pretending to be ghosts…..yes we also took out sounds like that of a lion and dog and some more unidentifiable creatures… and we succeeded in bewildering him to the fullest and we could finally hear..him telling the person on the other end of the mobile network about two people behaving weirdly on the terrace …But his sound was soon dawned by our barbaric laughter….We laughed till we cried…and went back to sleep…only to wake up in the morning and curb the random spurts of laughter that kept emerging all day when the activities of the night resurfaced the mind….



Having been brought up with more NOT TO DO’s than To Do’s……I realized that its not just funny but also sad….Why could we not dance with such happiness had it been daytime? …..is anonymity our only medium to express certain hidden aspects ….. …(not always eccentric….some could be great hidden singers…some could be great thinkers….some could be great artists….some could be great lovers..and some the most vivacious..)…and what if someone else in such a moment could have taken eccentricities to dangerous heights…..?



I wonder…..



But yes..i sympathise with those who long for it…it is indeed a desirable state at times…