01:35 AM, 04 April 2011
Out of nowhere, I am typing in my thoughts, my blog after a long gap, views I didn't prefer to jot down. I am talking to myself, what exactly am I doing right now rather than taking a bit of rest or having a late night "breakfast" or watching a movie. My TV is still shouting out loud "
Well, ‘m not watching it…but to have written these words in a public page might be considered wrong; I really do believe in showing your true side of life, even if it’s dark. Your truth might never hurt anyone the way your fake being hurts.
Just realized, was distracted, so, here is what I really wanted to write.
Sometime I really do wonder if I need to change the way I am; but again, I fail to. I see relatives around me who are faking each other for the sake of money, friends back biting in each other’s absence and duality everywhere. When a person feels loved, he feels hurt when he later knows that he was loved to extract things out of him. One of my friends recently summarized his story; the way his aunty used to treat his grandfather. The old man was quite happy that his daughter-in- law loves and respect him which he was quite sure of, the way she used to talk good things to him in his presence. But whenever the grandfather was out of house, my friend’s aunty fired out her anger towards the old man, like how a burden he has been, and she is all doing this only coz she expects he would later sign his land to her. Grandfather comes, her fake smile, and again grandfather feels loved and cared.
These days, all I hear and witness is, relatives acting unreal. I wonder why they always feel like overrating someone makes a person happy. I have observed people who are good inside but so fake to the world outside; I do hate meetings that tend to focus on topics concerning someone else. I love to be with people but I want to keep the conversation going on about either you or me, when it comes to pinching someone else who is not present in the gathering – “something that you never have gut to express in their presence”, I can imagine you talking about me somewhere else where I would not be present.
About two years ago, I was shocked when I attended a small gathering; the way they were expressing views about a woman employee, the one who have been working with them for more than five years. And I realized, how fake is the world, how fake is everything, and how powerless I really am. It took quite a long time for me to come out of it. I wonder, why, is this the indication, I need to change?
Not just that recent past, I could see friends misunderstanding, colleagues fighting and parties being converted into a theatre of obscene language and allegation. While everyone points out “alchohol or mistakes or blah blah blah” the reason for a sudden eruption; I point it out – it’s a threshold of fake identity that bursts sometime. Had you been true, you might not have been so good, but still, you might not have hurt the other person, the way your fake identity has hurt.
I confess, I am not a social person, I don’t have bunch of friends and I can’t talk to you like the way you can talk to me, but at least, whatever I give you, I try to give you true. I’m proud to have a few true friends who are always there even when I’m happy or sad, quite lucky to have my dearest soul sister who is always true to me and who I can be true with, my other sister far yet so close who understands me and above all, my grandmother who was always a true being, she never cared if someone would get angry or happy by her true views, she never talked greasy, she never acted.
I don’t want to give anyone a fake happiness, fake love and I really don’t enjoy when I am not true.
... rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me truth….(Alexander Supertramp, “Into The Wild’ paraphrased Thoreau)
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