Many self help advisers keep
pushing the public into a false phrase that ‘one’s life lies in their own
hands’. I agree, but under the foot of few corporate giants, ruling the world.
We think we have got a choice, while shown 10 fingers and to touch one, never
realizing that all we have got those ten fingers and can’t think of the
eleventh. I am here stressing about the eleventh, twelfth and so on….
For a king
a war is a win or loses.
For a soldier it is life or death.
We
soldiers, dreaming life like a king’s size, with the help of advertisements,
films, spiritual sessions and 120% gsm so called self help books. Irony.
We are
conditioned. They teach you to think out of box!
But not
questioning the very existence of Box.
Though I
personally don’t like J. Krishnamurthy’s answers to those questions in his
talks, I relish the questions. He questions the questioner about the question
and the thought that gave birth to the question. He insists on awareness,
contrary to the today’s conditioning.
Once I and my friend were
discussing some boy stuff over a couple of mocha and his single lit Marlboro. He
was telling about few of his past make outs etc., though that never gave me any
interest in listening to such pulp stuff, I sometimes give people some space
and time, so they speak out. Answering a question is different from the freedom
of filling up a plain sheet. It shows what you actually are. Beer might be a
better lubricant over mocha, but I am still not that comfortable with them, so the
surf was always over coffees. After he blabbered about all those relations,
night stands and those so called true love making out stories, I asked him do
you confess all these to your wife? He started laughing. I insisted again. Then
he told “never”, short and bitter. But he always wanted a traditional lady with
dowry and a virginity hologram.
Irony?
Well, this answer though expected, puzzled me a little, when I tend to put
myself into his shoes, to understand the logic. When I expect something from
someone, I should also offer the same, often called as Fair deal, in words of
global marketing.
When one is
sharing with a person his life, why can’t he confess?
It’s not
love here that he fears of losing, but her loyalty in later years, his pseudo suspicion
greases up his transparency, ever and forever. I pity her. These thought clouds of mine got blown off
from his ‘Akon’s Smack that’ ringtone. “Hello Maa, yeah I will be home in 5
min, see you”, the words came in utmost discipline amid those fag smokes,
searching for those mouth fresheners.
I recollected
these lines from my childhood Dennis d menace pencil box, “You can fool all of
the people some of the time and some of the people all of the time, but you can’t
fool MOM.
I just
smiled to myself this time, without any more questions.
I enjoy
walking alone on the beach. Pushing the tightened wet sand with toes, thoughts
hitting the brain, while the waves doing it to feet. We pass on many people, everyday.
We pass many faces, few noticed, few go unnoticed. We like few. Few turn us on,
but most of them do not, as we feel giving a second look is futile. It might be
true, they may not be beautiful or handsome as per the ISO standards, the general
predefined set of fairness: tall, slim and attractive clothing. But some other person
likes her/him. Everybody on this planet gets loved for their beauty by some
other person, whom they share life with. A black finds beauty in a black girl,
a brown in white and a white in chocolaty tone, so why can’t we appreciate a
person normally, why we make our minds so conditioned. When a person can see
beauty in the very same person, whom we can’t stand, is that something wrong
with ourselves? I am still clueless, as the sand on the shore never gets dried.
While swapping through the channels, many times I come across these Telugu, Hindi or for that matter any local channels with their AMAZING( this word here stands at zenith of Mt. Sarcasm )serials and the reality shows. The women especially in the serials are the most intolerable creatures on earth, just for those
expressions and those dialogues. The viewers very very AMAZING* :P
(*Exceptions as usual, but limited seats available, so rush asap). Coming to the reality shows, the women in those shows, especially the feminine shows, their expressions, words and the vulgarity, are the most effective people to propel asceticism in men, losing their interest in the materialistic and family life, as the best turn off over woman. Those people we also come across in our daily lives. Sometimes,
we can’t tolerate the presence of few people; they irritate us to the core. I wonder how their mates get on with them. Ooops clueless again.
Till few years before, to be apt till few days before, I used to believe in that, Life is important. the living is what one should be focused, rather than principles. I used to wonder, when i read about few people, who gave up their lives and everything, for what they believed in. I used to think they are nuts. later realised the beauty in those guts. Che is popular, not for the cigar, not for the revolution, but for standing on his principle. I found a point. after all life is not just birth, studying, salary, marriage, family, houses and loans or properties and the routine race with pulse raises and diabetics jabs. Its true Life should be like a king's size, dare to relish the versatility.
To be
continued…….
-Ram.
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