Because what doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger...

Its constantly amazing, how some people go on and on about all the things that go wrong in their life, how people do not love them, how they are not valued - when they've been guilty of exactly doing the same things in the past! In their movie, where they're the damsels in distress and the protagonists who can do no wrong, who float on magic clouds and ooze joy where they move, there's a villain. Err, in someone else's movie, you're the villain! It’s a strange face of human nature, we have the memory of an elephant for all the bad that has happened to us, but the memory of a goldfish for the ill we've done unto others.

Our moral science lessons in school, our movies and mainstream media and even the bible (come on!) teach us "Do unto others, what you would have done unto yourself". Yet, we sow nails in others' pathways and expect a carpet of roses for ourselves. We forget that at some point, we had the opportunity to make someone happier, make their lives a little bit easier - we didn't take it. We created misunderstandings, because it amused us. We  found flaws with them, because they didn't fit our definition of 'beautiful' or 'normal' or 'fun'. We immediately adjudged them to be inferior, because they had different priorities, they were wired differently. They weren't cross wired, they just weren't like you. They weren't bad, mind you.

This is often contributed by the environment we grow up in. Indian families are perhaps the most loving to their own, but to others - they're the quickest to criticize, quickest to resist change and the slowest to accept differences. When kids from such households grow up, they start meddling in others' lives, giving them a false sense of maturity and adulthood. No, sir. That is called poking your nose where it doesn't belong and handing out advise nobody asked you for. Now, God forbid someone else meddles in their lives, all hell breaks loose. Family committee meetings are convened, friends support groups are recruited, a rescue force is commissioned.

If only, the oppressed could remember how they were the oppressors at a point. Some of us don't have the luxury of family meetings and rescue missions - We're pretty much by ourselves and have been overwhelmed with your insensitivity at times! Yet, you steal our rainbows, but cry yourself a river when you hit a road bump.

But, thank you. Yes, you made us stronger - Yes, we discovered the power of being alone, but not lonely. Maybe that came at the expense of a whole bunch of tears, more than a few pounds, maybe a bottle of vodka, maybe a cocktail of drugs or even lifelong high heart rates. But, we're more evolved than you'll ever be. We'll have more heart than you publicly claim to possess. Today, we'll wish our stolen rainbows brighten up your house, our stolen laughter rings in your ears, our stolen dreams keep you awake at night.

"But, I wasn't so bad ever", you'll say. I agree. No, you were worse.