Posts Tagged ‘ people ’

On the compulsion of being social.

Often we try to squeeze in as many plans as possible for the weekend.

There are people we need to meet, things we need to do, memories we need to make.

Then we head to work, talk about the mad weekend, about how exhausting it was, how we need another weekend to recover from this one.

We live in the past weekend, all the while pinning for the coming one, not for one moment taking the time to just breath and be.

I’ve never been much of a talker and when I see people going through this process day after day, week after week, all the time whining, I wonder why they put themselves through this process again and again.

The weird thing is that these people expect you to be a part of this process. They expect you to be a part of this social group, talk till you drop, talk even if you don’t make any sense.

Not being social does not mean a person is a loner. Neither does it mean that the person is uninterested in what others have to say. 

A person who doesn’t talk has a high possibility of being a great listener. The likes of which are very hard to find in this age where everyone is trying to look cooler and more happening.

A person who doesn’t talk might also be someone who is at ease in her own skin. She do not find it necessary to talk about the things she does, to get external validation of how amazing she is.

She prefers doing the things she loves, quietly,
Spending time with people she loves, having meaningful conversations of the likes which appeal to her,
All the while living in the moment,
All the while searching for the reason for her existence.

Yes, I am this her. And no one, neither the people I deal with everyday, nor the society I live in, is going to push into being social.

The body that was taken for granted.

It’s 3 am in the morning. While the world is still shrouded in twilight, while humans in this part of the world are still in slumber, in one room a bell rings.

That sound in another house could probably mean nothing, but in this house the sound could be a sign of impending doom.

In this house there is an old lady who no longer has much control over her body.

It’s been a long day for everyone in this household. The sound of the bell does not pierce their fitful sleep initially, but its insistent ringing finally does.

The mother is the first one to awake. She wakes up to go see what it is, because often its just the old lady unable to sleep, unable to distinguish between night and day.

But today was different. Today was a day we would all understand how much we take our body for granted.

She enters the room, the room from which the scent of sickness never fades no matter how much we try.

She sees the old lady, lying in her own piss, unable to get up from the floor, unable to will her body to obey her command.

She turns hysterical when the mother goes close to her. Screaming someone tried to kidnap her and then left her on the floor.

The mother calls her husband and daughter, to help pick the old lady up. 90 kgs is a lot of dead weight for even three people to carry. We learnt that the hard way that day.

Our inability to pick her up, hers to control her body, the stench of the room, of her clothes drenched in her own piss lead me to realize a million things at once.

Yes, it is true that you only live once.
Yes, it is true that there are medications to cure practically all the diseases out there.
But there is one thing that we seem to forget.
That if your body starts to get disintegrate from the inside, if your excessive indulgence is too much for the body to sustain, even if you give it medicines, its going to slowly steadily give up on you.

And that one thing which you took for granted, independence, the ability to look after yourself will slowly turn to dependence.

So much so that you become like a new born child, making up stories, depending on your children to feed, cloth and clean you. Life completing an entire circle.

My point through this blog is not that one does not enjoy the pleasure life has to offer. You truly only live once.
But that does not mean you live a life of excesses, taking your body for granted at every step. Treat it with love and consideration, the same way you treat your memories and relations. And I promise you, you will be able to enjoy your life till the end of days. Rather than experiencing the same fate of the old lady, ringing the bell at 3am, depending on someone else to pick her up, while the rest of the world was in slumber.

Yes, it is true that you only live once. Yes, it is true that there are medications to cure practically all the diseases out there. But there is one thing that we seem to forget. That if your body starts to get disintegrate from the inside, if your excessive indulgence is too much for the body to sustain, even if you give it medicines, its going to slowly steadily give up on you.

The body that was taken for granted.

Photocredit: Unknown. I tried looking for the name of the photographer who took this brilliant image but couldn’t find it. If you do, tell me the name in the comments.

Pain: The Palpable Force

Pain is a palpable thing.
It ooze’s, pulses out of you when you least expect it.
It exposes itself to people in those pensive moments,
When you are lost in a world of thoughts which get you nowhere,
Where you think you are all alone, but you aren’t.

Its when I see someone having such a moment I realize the real meaning of these beautiful lines I had once read.

It’s easy to look at people and make quick judgments about them, their past and their present, but you’d be amazed at the tears a single smile hides.
What the person shows to the world is just one tiny facet of the iceberg hidden from sight.
And more often then not, it is lined with cracks and scars that go all the way to the foundation of their soul.

It is these moments when you need to reach out to that person.
Offer him a patient ear, or hold his hand.
Hug him tight and be there for him.
You might not be able to solve his problem, but you can definitely alleviate his pain, if only for a moment.
And that will be enough.

The truth is that the pain will pass.
Or it might not, but the intensity of it will definitely diminish.
That’s the beauty of being human.
Pain can make you or break you,
It can turn you into a brilliant human being or turn you into a monster who causes pain.
The choice of how you deal with it at the end of the day is yours.

Because the truth is..
This too, shall pass

Looking inside.

I often find myself wondering who I am. Am I the person people perceive me to be or am I who I think I am/ want to be?

Does changing and adapting depending on who we are with mean we are not being true to ourselves?

Does behaving differently in various social groups mean that every person has a million different facades?

Who are we essentially on the inside? Should all those ideals we hold dear stop us from achieving the greater good?

Is a lie considered to be a wrong doing if you are doing it to protect someone?

Can you imagine a world without lies? Where every word you say is exactly what you feel?

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