Tag: Life

Disillusioned!

~ Soumya ~ 2 Comments

Remember this mad guy I talked about some months back? Oh I didnt post it. It was just a draft and later went to trash. As my most ramblings.

So there was this guy. (cant call him mad already!) Used to see him everyday at the bus stop as I waited for my bus to college. He walked around the place, talking senseless and acting weird. Would come so close to those talkative group of girls. So much as to make them stop all the chattering abrupt. Nervous and terrified. But he was harmless. He never did anything to them. He didn’t even stare at them, let alone talk or disturb. He just went round and round, lamenting and shouting.

One day, I could actually listen and understand what he was saying. He was talking to a lad, probably a stranger. It was not conversational kinda. More like screaming, he was saying how women are chasing him, yearning for his love and time. He was desperate. I could see through his eyes. It craved for someone to yearn for him. Someone to want him and his love.

Easily predictable. He would probably been have ditched by some bitch. And he just wouldn’t have got out of the shock. I pitied him.

Didn’t see him for some days then. By then, I had developed a habit of seeing him every morning. He resembled someone. That’s not the reason why I looked forward to see him. He just didn’t seem a stranger to me. And then he comes one day. With a cloth bag kinda thing in hand. He was going to Madras it seemed. With a small kit in hand, he was all set for a voyage. Instantly,
I was sad. Not a moment long. The bus came. I got in. And moved on.

Today morning, I saw two normal looking people talking casually. It wasn’t much difficult to recollect the face. And there he is. Back home. Back to his place.

So..was he not mad in the first place? Was that my ideas and thoughts forced upon him? Or may be he was just normal with a crazy streak. Or may be that just was his way of venting pain and agony. However may this be. My nth lesson for the day : Never ever dare judge another person’s mental status. Its complex. 🙂

Revolution 2020 in mind!

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This is not a book a review. Not quite that kinda person who’d sit back and judge. But yeah, some things come innate. Like annoying symbolisms and intentional pricks. Symbolism is one thing that hugely did wonders to my life. The book is just another instance. I’m not gonna brief the story and spoil the fun. Its worth a read. (A second read takes a bit more of me!)

Is it so difficult to change something? So painstaking to fight back? Does it always feel like the whole world is on a mission against you? I guess it does. Or even worse. And the worst is yet to come! People are stupid. They say to fight back. Stop to turn and look at the beast’s eyes. As if your stare can freak out the thing that’s chasing you down. Trust me nothing works. None of them. Not running away from the crisis is not an option. Running away is not an option either. Does that mean you have no choice to make?

Exactly my point! You dont have a choice to make. You dont get to decide whether to run or to stay. Any effort of thought renders delayed solutions and worsened situations. And that’s where most of us screw up. Brilliantly! Trust your instincts and nothing else. Nobody is as right and as wise as you are! For nobody else actually is so keen in solving your curry in the ass problem!

Fighting back against all odds isn’t bad. Not wrong. Its just a bit tough. But worth the difficulty. Or is it? Coz if you lose, you are stuck with the beast again. And worst yet, if you win, you dont even have a beast to fight back in life? So what say? Is there actually a choice to make? 😛

Stairs to stares

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Life’s like stairs okay? Be okay with it, even if you ain’t. Coz its just my example. So now, life is like stairs. Not plain ordinary stairs. They are distinctively styled structures with not so predictable steps that climb up and down. There’s no distinguished tread or rise that you can hardly identify them as steps. Okay. So now life’s not like stairs. Life is like a ramp. A smooth inclined plane inclined at, say 45 degree? Nay, 30 would be better. So life is this smooth plain inclination, elevated from ground to God knows where. But then, is life that smooth? Life has ups and downs. That’s what wise people say. So, life is not a ramp. What else can life be? Well, I am not expected to be confused already. I know the answer myself. Thinking hard..yeah I just got that. Life is like an elevator. It links you to infinite faces and expressions, strange and bizarre. It forces you to be in an enclosed space connecting to people whom you just cant even relate to. Not that claustrophobics have no life at all. They are just having a tough time with life. Well, most of us already do. Lift if life. Rather, life is lift. How perfect do they exemplify eachother! A lift with a lift operator is a boon. Tell him where, he gets you there. You don’t have to meddle with the buttons and screw up your elevation, rather life. But when lifts come without an operator, its not so wonderful. May be self operated lifts are something like living a ‘grown up’ life? Lol. You’ll have to take decisions and press the buttons yourself. People get in with you, leave you mid way making room for newer people to occupy the enclosed space. With not even the slightest sense of motion, you glide in a lift and conquer lands. Okay, floors. Lol. But then that too ain’t like life right? You glide through life? Nay, no one does. Everybody struggles to traverse across it. Okay, so what’s life then? Time to stare at the question? Nay, not yet. i still have an answer. Life is like an escalator. With distinct rise and tread, with rolling ups and downs, with recursive trails, with visible movement around you, life is perfectly like an escalator. You can choose to move with the course and reach destinies. Or you can choose. You’ll have to let people in hurry to overtake you. But you can still make your move anytime, surpassing everything around you. To climb backward in an escalator that takes you downward, all it takes is the guts to question the guard’s stare. Live past the stairs and the stares. Life is escalating!