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.
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