The Story Of The Sand

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Location: India

I traverse passages through time..through realms of uncertainty..I seek not the absolute...for what am I?...a grain of dust..a reservoir of wanderlust...peering through a delusional mirage called time...into an ever changing constant called life...not much then do I do...but 'observe'...

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Dead..or something like it..

It's actually been a really long time since I last visited my blog domain. Somehow, the urge to write is, again, not a derivation from some happy source. The apparent callousness with which one responds to the news of the death of some acquaintance, usually receives a reeling death-blow once the amount of devastation caused to the near and dear ones of the deceased, is obvious. I too, underwent a similar experience, albeit in an indirect manner, when I got to know of how devastated an old friend of mine was, rather is, sans the presence of her deceased boyfriend, a person, whom I also knew very well.
I haven’t met her for quite a while now, in fact the last time I saw her, she did wear a very content look on her face. From whatever I’ve heard of her, things don’t sound good at all, in fact, the whole episode has thrown up a lot of questions, and so many of these questions are questions we don’t want to answer.
It’s virtually impossible to imagine the feelings and pain of a person who loses the one person around which his or her life completely revolved. How do you live when you have nothing to look forward to, nothing to crave or aspire for, nothing to feel for. It is extremely difficult to imagine an empty life without any purpose of existence whatsoever. They say, self motivation is the only solution, I say the same thing too, but if things were that easy, we would have solved most depression cases in the world. What I have observed, very bluntly though, is a fact that most of the times, its not only the de-motivated person who is to blame. The world is like a poker table, and most players get cards they don’t wish to play with. People who are thrust into vocations or trades they never belonged to, generally never really have it in them to come out handsome winners. Their main struggle centers around survival, and their main source of true happiness lies in the small warm and happy moments in the day, moments which they usually share with people who are really close. Now if one were to snatch this one source of happiness away from them, given their highly increased state of dependency, what would you expect their initial reaction to be, to try and fight?, or to succumb?. What kind of reaction would you expect from a person, when the person whose world only looked beautiful through the eyes of another, sees those very eyes shut for eternity.
The Society never looks at such issues with kind eyes, for the strong it must mould, and the weak it must burn. Unfortunately, its evil hold on the nexus of emotional currents bonding people, has crippled the sanctity of many a profound relationship. With the presence of such alienating external factors, how can one expect an afflicted person to recuperate? How can one escape memories of a once happy life? How can one feed even a morsel of hope to a frail and lifeless spirit? How can one infuse self belief in a person sagging under the burden of unimaginable pain and unrealistic expectations? These, and many other innumerable questions, are questions which neither the society nor we can possibly answer. What we can do however, is show some respect for the string of faith and love that binds us to every individual on this planet, and honour the free will of every individual who seeks his or her own horizon.