Sunday, 17 June 2012

Expectations.


                                                               Take me to the station
                                                               And put me on a train,
                                                               I’ve got no expectations
                                                               To pass through here again

The voice of Jagger comes tumbling from the Tape Recorder, as I try to understand the song, the feeling that evokes from it. Not from the arrangements, but from the sets of small pieces of imagination that the song helps to assort to create a complete story.Somehow I imagine an Englishman with a suitcase in his hand... tired of his professional imbroglios and societal pretenses... leaving his hometown, pushing aside expectations. I'd prefer to stretch the term 'expectations' to its broadest sense, as the despair that has engulfed this young man has acted like an epidemic..affecting all the aspects of his mortal life...one by one..and has compelled him not to expect anything,from anyone. I say despair, but isn't there a certain amount of freedom in that? To be aloof, to be in a kind of solitary and imposed confinement? to lock your soul up in a cage? Not to be blamed for the consequences of your actions by other people? Well maybe. Maybe not. The analysis never stops. Coming back to the song, it is a tale of longing...a longing to have a perfect past..a perfect love..which hasn't come true. It is a typical blues song, where the guitar sets the mood of the listener with the vocals painting the 'situation' even more perfectly... evoking a sense of dejection, a feeling to let go of things for once.

I think, we all at one point of time, have tried to be the man, Jagger describes here in this song. The brutalities and the convolutions of this mortal life with very rare moments of expansion takes us down at one point of time. But we, being lesser mortals, can never gather the courage to let go of the biggest weakness of Human Beings- Expectations. No matter how dejected we are, no matter how badly wounded we are, we keep on expecting from our lives. To be pessimistic, is outdated these days, but to keep expecting also annihilates the possibility to drift, which although is a very light fall out of youthful rebelliousness..or at least a dream of it...is attractive. For once, it seems okay to leave your responsibilities back, by jerking off your shoulder..so that along with the necessary social evils, you can also get rid of expectations that kind of forces  you to remain static, trapped in the mire of social norms. A moment of escapade is needed, when one can say with no strings attached,
                                                             So take me to the airport
                                                             And put me on a plane,
                                                             I’ve got no expectations
                                                             To pass through here again
            

4 comments:

  1. Beautiful depiction of thoughts. :) the baggage of expectations cannot really be left behind. For if we let go of that of others', we still have our own expectations to reckon with. But that I suppose is what gives us the drive to move (ahead or take a step back) to whatever we want to.

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  2. Yes. What is important to remember is the fact, that in the end of all philosophizing brouhaha about shaking off expectations,we can never really do it. Even when it is needed. Hence, this essay was just to live in a parallel dimension to that of the real world and bask in its peace for a few moments. :)

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  3. Quite a successful attempt ;)

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  4. Ah, exquisite articulation of the utopia one always desires and can never approximate.

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