hippocracy is my bread and butter

There are times in ones life when one feels that ideals are all in need.when one thinks he could stand up to a storm of opposition and yet emerge as himself.when one thinks he is answerable to himself and no one else.that the biggest conviction he could ever have is towards himself.
such minds appear seasonally in th course of the time.and so they vanishes.they proclaim their entry and later merge with the ordinary.what happens of such RADICLE,UN-RETRO minds?the answer is simple:they get a bite of reality.
the tangent taken up by unconventional souls from the axial functioning of the society has always been for one aim:how can we be free? and they all had their answer:we never are.we as humans have always attached ourselves to certain things;for sustainment and for our little revealed desires.despite our inherent craving to be free,we cherish some of these bonds bonds.this is after all only human.the tranceeds to have an influence on us that indispensably strong.as is the case of society.
the society is basically a group of people who with the cringe of their faces and the frown on their brows tell you what to do.they stick on to norms whose essence have long been lost but is worth sticking up to for nothing but its stickiness.who would only nod for the art and science that came through the much trodden path.who awards the title boorish,jerk ,uncivilized and social embarrassment to all those who are original and unorthodox.who would label all things that replicate the stale and the decaying as original.who claims to stand by some values with a sense of direction as strong as a sail boat in a cyclone.and this society is a necessity.
the rendezvous of the radicle and the society has often been volatile with the former convinced that he has been himself and the latter labeling him as a loser in mask of a liberal.soon the stand-out realizes that there is someone he need to convince;even if it means he needs pretenence from his part.even if it means plasticizing his ideals.even if it means to embrittle his storm-resistant principles.his conviction of himself is thus stretched beyond its elastic limits such that it never returns to what it was.he steps down from his high-and-mighty pedestal,throws down his self-crafted crown,and wears the mask of yet another quiescent social animal.the society however is a keen observer.it scrutinies him day after night;not giving him an opportunity to reveal himself from the role of a so-so-ordinary man he acts.he has wears it all the time.gradually,it becomes a part of him;till it defines him:to himself and to the society.his ideals,principles and all having been much forgotten is alien to him.thus is destroyed a soul so original and unorthodox.after all,it is easier to change a man instead of a society