I know I have been playing truant.To that effect I am sorry.Blame it on the sessional exams,the MUNs,and being in the O.C. of a college event.
However,now I am back.With regular posts-and I know that’s a promise I have made often and broken more times in the past!
So as a comeback,I will write about what I have been thinking over the last few hours.Also,I have included in a small poem.Non-sensical mind you,but still very sensible.
Mind you,the thought and the poem have no connection and are essentially two different posts.But that would mean,opening a new tab for another post and selecting all the options.Say hello to my new trait-LAZINESS,
What follows is a thought. Just that. Think about it. I am currently reading “The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari” and the book has set my mind on fire. It has further corroborated what I have believed all my life since I had the brains to think from; only believed because I never had the courage to really follow it completely. Isn’t it strange that all of us want to become similar things (rich, famous etc.) in life despite all being so very different people that we hardly can agree on any issue at all, ranging from the ill- effects of a mosquito-bite to the 123 Agreement? Isn’t it strange all of us recognize the importance of studying very hard whereas none the importance, or worse still, the pleasure of walking barefoot on dew-besotten grass? We are all so smitten with becoming what the world wants us to that we completely forget what we want ourselves to become. Life is so driven by an external remote that we completely forget about the steering wheel sitting plumb right in our own hands. Take control before it’s too late. We all have pasts and presents riddled with aspects that we wish rather wouldn’t be there. Stop. Do not wish. Act. Let them not be there. Let’s fill our minds with all things positive. Remove all negativity gradually and silently without telling it about its expatriation, so that it doesn’t make itself larger and more tempting than ever before, making our tough job still tougher. Let’s take “the road less travelled by”. It’s less easy and hence more rewarding.
Friends, I, for one, have started the process of stopping (albeit in a very small way)-doing what others expect and want me to.I dare you.Do the same.
Animals At It
birds do it,
bees do it.
fleas do it.
Soft and suave
snakes do it,
shrimps do it.
chimps do it.
cats do it,
crocodiles do it.
frogs do it.
swans do it,
hen do it.
And then the shrieking, cursing
men do it.
One of my favorite ways to pass time is to go over to the TED app on my iPad and watch speech after speech.Today I stumbled across this speech by this courageous woman who fled from North Korea.This post however is not on her escape neither on the problems of North Korea.The first minute of her speech got me thinking about an entirely different topic.On how where we are brought up and what we read in our books or rather what is fed to us through them determines what we think about historical events or personalities.
Somehow I started thinking about Operation Bluestar.With two sentences, the lady had made me doubt my Political Science book. I don’t think that this incident was written in a blatantly pro-government, or pro-Indira Gandhi way in my textbook, but was it tilted towards supporting Indira Gandhi’s Operation? Did my textbook gloss over the torture and killings of the Sikhs? Have I learned about the political history of my country from a very biased point of view?
I remember reading how history is always written from the point of view of the victors. I have always been aware that the history of the same place, same incident, written by two different people or two different governments, will probably be very different. I have always known that the Pakistani textbooks talk about the Partition in a different way than the Indian textbooks. But this impersonal knowledge had never struck home. I had never made the connection that the things I studied in school, what I was taught, might be biased and inaccurate. What in the history of my country has been deliberately left out of the school textbooks and what deliberately written wrong? How much of the true happenings do I really know?
We’re all so used to hearing only about the good in Gandhiji and Nehru; when have we ever heard about the bad?
Isn’t it time we stop glossing over the uncomfortable truths of our history?
It’s a two post Monday!
the first one is on something I was thinking about while I was in the clinic.(For my regular readers,who are wondering why would I be in a clinic for a mere case of measles,it’s because I stay in a hostel,and anyone who comes down with a contagious disease is treated as a social outcast!)
The world is a sea of pretentions.Fools pretend to be intelligent,cheats pretend to be honest,foes pretend to be friends, and all of us go through such stress trying to be what we are not.We are so mindful of what others think of us that we forget what we think of ourselves.
But what I have learnt so far is that trying to please others is like trying to move a mountain.There are very few people who are really happy with one’s succes.Hence,I have acquired this care-a-damn attitude about what others think of me.I hate to pretend and always try to be my own self.It is difficult but once you acquire this ,it can be the most comforting and liberating attitude to have.I am still pretty popular because I am a fun character to be with.But I doubt how many of them will be around when bad times come upon me.
It’s easy to be the centre of attraction at the hostel mess table ,cracking jokes and sharp,witty one liners.What is difficult,is to find a person to talk to when you don’t have any joke to crack.It’s easy to gather “friends” for the party one throws,what is difficult is to find a friend who will listen and comfort you when you fail the exam.It’s easy to find people for company for a stroll in the garden,what is difficult is to find a friend to accompany you during a hard trip under a burning sun.And I realise that there will be times when I will have no wit to entertain anybody,when I would have failed in the test of life.It is in these times when a true friend is needed.And for this true friend,I would not need to pretend.The friend would not need me to be someone he /she desires,but would accept me for what I am..It is so very difficult to find such a person,but the best part is that to find him/her,you don’t need to pretend to be someone else.
I am glad I found atleast one such friend!
No posts for the next fortnight,I guess.
What a way to start my twenties.