Lifeboat

“Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.” 
― Dr. Seuss

 The quest of discovering myself will never be over. Every day I find a new me. The protagonist Lester(Martin Freeman) from Fargo(2014) always keep realizing how much he can change himself, how far can he go and eventually inflicts a mortal wound on the villain.

From a failed husband to salesman of the year: Change

What if we want to change, but the world, the people around us, our life keep pulling us back. I have this concept of a part of our conscious still engaged with the what if part! What if I had spoken to her, what if she had feelings too! When our conscious is entangled, it hampers our actions, our thoughts and even our dreams. Sometimes it's best to let go.

“This life is what you make it. No matter what, you're going to mess up sometimes, it's a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you're going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - they'll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything - they're your true best friends. Don't let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they'll come and go too. And baby, I hate to say it, most of them - actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can't give up because if you give up, you'll never find your soulmate. You'll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn't mean you're gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don't, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life's a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about.” 
― Marilyn Monroe

The Party Parallax-1

In the last few years I have blissfully turned nocturnal and accepted the drapes of darkness for they are the best at concealing my naïveté of youth. Draining, dreary, and downright depressing the journey to the completion of my course wore striking resemblance to the climb of a volcanic mountain, the climb becomes harder and more treacherous, but you just console yourself reminding that this is the end and certainly it is.

“Tonight we have a party”

I opened my eyes like an owl in the sun shine only to see a silhouette. Sometimes in extremely rare moments of absolute solitude we introspect ourselves only to discover that the societal standards that are steadfastly ingrained in our psyches are still rather predictable, conservative, and normative.

Well tonight we have a party and these can be rather irritating at times, the banter of a nosy relative or well-meaning friend, I have recently noticed how awfully sinister, how awfully narrow-minded and rife with victim-blaming they can be.

I mounted myself comfortably in the bus, but my eyes are sleepy, there is no one to gaze at, no one to praise the color of my eyes, or notice the unibrow which some stamp as a sign of a short temper. Even my dreams are so hopeless so gloomy and disdain. Sometimes I wonder what if all the world was blind, there wouldn't be a word blind. Everybody would be beautiful. We would recognize everybody by the sense of touch, no distinction of a white or a black man There would be no light no darkness, it would have been much better. Still here I am stuck in this colorful world, everybody with eyes but no vision, I want to see someone and let myself be seen. Alas I am in a colorful world. No wonder I am sleepy.

“We are here dude! Eat, drink, dance and be merry, have the time of your life”

I woke up again. I abominate it. Why do I wake up? May be because Eros trumps all! This place is perfect, just like the night I love, with untimed random flashes which constantly remind me of the day and how I loath it. My eyes are still heavy but now I am determined.

There is commotion on the dance floor. Every little soul is enjoying, trying hard to keep pace with the beats. It’s futile, otiose and abortive. Solitude and loneliness can call up some of our deepest fears and sorrows. 

Call Them Angels

Recently I was literally into tears while watching the first episode of Amir Khan's "Satyamev Jayate".
This is perhaps the best show on Indian Television not only because it surfaces the current challenges in the modern day confused Indian society but also because an actor realizes his role as a citizen of the nation, he realizes the love and affection of the Indian people towards him and he respects that and expects to bring in focus the vices of the society.

In the episode various hardships faced by the rape victims were explained to common people and our police system and medical system were held responsible for immoral behaviour. He also explained how the society played a crucial role in the support for the fight for justice. Often people look down upon the rape victims and call them names, the hospital staff also constantly referred them as "rape victims" which is very humiliating.

"Harijan" was a term used by Mohandas Gandhi meaning the children of God for the Dalits or low caste people to uplift the morale of the downtrodden people. I suggest the same, why don't we call the "rape victim" as ANGELS. This will not only shield them from the stare of strangers at hospitals, courts or police stations but would also help them to gain self confidence. Nobody likes to be called a loser if he fails. Why should they be called rape victims over and over again?

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."

So why not ANGELS?

 

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Coaxed Extroverts

Speech is silver; silence is golden, an old saying seems to have lost its meaning in today’s modern nuclear society. Everybody expects their children to be outspoken, outsmarted, great dancers, debaters, poets, painters, singers at the same time acing in academics with a sound physique. They are hell bound on training their children right from the day they are born. Apart from the colossal homework they are expected to take part in extracurricular and co-curricular activities, join hobby classes and do something extra to “SET THEMSELVES APART FROM THE RACE”, welcome to the new generation of forced extroverts.

Would Wordsworth have composed Daffodils if he would not have been in solitude, or would Newton have discovered gravity if he would not be in the lap of mother nature observing it? Introverts are very keen listeners, composed and quiet, they often contribute the best to the society. They speak after reflection on their thoughts and hence are patient. Unfortunately when we look around us be it television, radio, print media, everything occurs to be marketable so how can the children escape from that. To fill in their footsteps other parents too want to train their child in the similar fashion whether they like it or not. The society never moulds people; it is the people living in the society who mould it.

The children are all trained to shed stage fright, dance, sing, paint and some of the schools are even manufacturing poets making it compulsory to write a poem to pass the exams. Some of children thoroughly enjoy it while some do not. Extreme cases can result in embarrassment, humiliation and other tensions resulting from the pressure of parents, teachers, peers and friends. Repeated conduct of such activities is giving rise to a new generation of coerced extroverts. They try to behave normally but never enjoy their work. They try to find solitude in the midst of commotion filled lives, end up in professions they were never meant to be in, turn out to be annoying children, disobedient students, uncaring sons, irresponsible life partners, unpunctual employees, lost individuals. A person who could be the GEM of the society turns up to be a frustrated individual who fails at the most trivial endeavour. This is the lifeline of a coaxed extrovert; don’t push your child towards it.

Let him decide the way he wants to climb the ladder. Do not rush, nature has its way. Look up to him and the way he leads his life, help him, enjoy him developing into an amazing individual at the sight of which there is rejoice and festivity.