To Err Is Human…

When we are young, we believe that mistakes and lessons are only limited to the spark of this age. But unfortunately, we are wrong my friends!

Age is a matter of fact for youngsters and a worthless number for elders. When young, we make a mistake and don’t hesitate if scolded for the same. Then we enter puberty; things like ego and stubbornness, over little issues, is a general problem of this age. Yet we do learn lessons from our mistakes, well most of us at least. It’s the emergence of terms like ‘individuality’ and ‘personality’ marked with the formation of Ego (not Freudian).

Then we all are subjected to reality, we go through the adversities of life in our middle age, which mostly hardens our ego. Slowly and gradually as we reach the old age we have already developed a very clear notion of the society and the norms within it.

What’s practical or not, what is right or wrong, gibberish or amazing? We define these terms psychologically and unconsciously based on our experiences.

Now comes the ‘Old age’; where we have witnessed ‘life’ in its crude form, more than twice the time of a teenager or even a young adult. Good or bad, harsh or benevolent, life has taught us something in every possible way and we believe that ‘our experience’ is far more profound than anyone else especially the youngsters. We believe that our values ought to be treated as sacred or at least superior to youngsters in terms of practicality and righteousness.
But what we forget is that the notions we preach, the beliefs we religiously follow and the critique we present are based on perhaps a wide life span, but a collection of only certain experiences. Its not necessary that what we experienced as a teenager was the legitimate and the only possible way of living through this crucial age.
We dismiss the fact that for someone maybe a single experience is sufficient to teach a lesson of a lifetime, while others take years to inculcate the same. We disregard, that sometimes we were wrong also, as eternal righteousness can’t be claimed by a human. Alas! We in our old age refuse to accept that dynamism & exuberance is necessary to bring a revolutionary change.

Old age; an age filled with experience and worthy of respect, an age deserving reverence and looked upon for guidance, it must not be replaced or confused as an age of sanctified.

Mistakes & errors accompany us till we perish; hence, the demand of sanctity on the basis of age  is a sheer addition to your lifetime mistakes!

The color Pink!

For the past 20 years, I have been taught as a girl to be shy, honest, loving, caring and at the top silent. Loving as a human but silent as a commodity, a commodity which serves and serves and nothing is there which in return it deserves.

The atmosphere, the environment, the movies, and the relatives all guided me to be a subordinate because I’m a girl. A girl who studies to serve, marries to serve and who if earns is also to serve, her life should be spent to make others happy no matter what she gets as an outcome. Continue reading

I Carry This Joy in My Footsteps, Making My Way Back To You!

Have you ever felt the rush, the obsession and the ultimate desire to see someone at that moment ?…and then, without considering the circumstances… without wasting another second…with or without anyone else…..you ran and rushed to meet that one person?

If you haven’t, then you certainly are unfamiliar with the zest and vigor this urge adds to your body and mind. The thought of being with that one blurs any marks of fatigue from your forehead. The ‘peace’ you attain from meeting her definitely devalues the pains you go through to be with her! Continue reading

Clashes!

An appallingly unfriendly, cold, superficial and egoistic individual is the way most of the ‘men’ define me. They think I have a hell lot of attitude and I treat them like ….!
This horrible explanation of course shocks me and provokes me to rectify this crime, which I commit in my every interaction somehow!
So I decided to sincerely appraise the situation!
Skimming through the horrifying memories of the past I realized that almost 99.99999 percent of the times, I had CLASHES! Yes collisions with all the men I ever encountered. But the main issue is why? Why didn’t I end up being their friend just like everyone else?
The first issue could be that I’m a huge fan of a Feminist’s approach. May be I, implying a lot of modernist’s theories on men and when not getting the satisfactory response end up fighting. But when I intensely analyzed the situation, I found that it was not a true justification. Since I never implied my theories to my professional meetings. Though it doesn’t lower the theories’ merit or their status rather I never mix my professionalism with sentimentalism.
The second point could be that I was innately rude with an inborn attitude issue. Though the latter could be true but innate impertinence should have hurdled my friendships with anyone, isn’t it? And if that’s the case then it would be a ‘hasty generalization’ since I have a wholesome number of ‘female friends’ who find me superbly affable. Thus, this assumption could be easily negated.
Then as a student who has taken ‘human behavior’, my utmost duty is to examine this phenomenon a little more deeply. And after reviewing many hypothesis lets examine the premises through ‘social psychology’s perspective’.
Before getting to the premises I must define myself as a person first. As a girl I have always been accused of being tomboyish because of my unethical attitude with the color pink. My self-confidence has been misconstrued as over confidence because I never compromise on my rules and limits. And additionally others have acclaimed me as an egoistic woman because I believe in not accepting the mistakes I never committed!
After considering all the above attributes ‘social psychology’ explains my conflicts with the opposite sex as “Ego Clashes”. I.e. these clashes are not the fruits of my ultimate ‘insolence’ rather my self-love mistaken as narcissism hurts them internally.
Their ego is flattened by my indifferent attitude, which compels them to create artificial conflicts with me. These conflicts may be gets them the amount of attention that they think they deserve. But when they still remain futile in making me accept their dominance, they start over with being over nice.
The over nice attitude is always a sight to enjoy! Trying to get their self-esteem satisfied they in fact end up losing it a little more. Then comes in the extra-rude attitude, which is the most entertaining part. In this last shot they try to use their ‘ definitive power’ to screw anything which could benefit me. They might be successful sometimes in using their deviated political arms to hurt me and could end up in making me suffer to an extent.
But they can never break my Ego because it’s stronger than theirs. I’m ready to suffer whatever comes in my way in order to maintain my Self-respect and Yes! These collisions strengthen me a little more!