The Others…

When we go out, out of our home, school, college or whatever is our comfort zone, we reach the zone of ‘The Others’.

Whenever there are unfamiliar people around us, we are in the zone of others. This zone makes it’s first appearance the day we enter this world. Initially it envisages the whole world…from our parents to everything except us. Then gradually the zone starts shrinking.

We become comfortable with our parents, our nanny…slowly slowly the comfort zone of expands to our siblings and a few uncles and aunts. Then we enter the play stage where we gain a few others friends entering our lives from the ‘others’ zone. A few people keep on crossing the path, yet the zone of ‘the others’ remains bigger and stronger than the comfort zone.

While we are learning how to make friends, we are learning what the ‘Appropriate ways’ of behaving name it mannerisms or etiquette. The times passes by while many things are gushed upon us by the society which includes what are we expected to do, how are we expected to behave, who are we expected  to be with and the list continues.

We grow up and so does the list continues, it brings people within our comfort zones and deletes a good few too. The more we learn that how are we ‘expected’ to be, the more difficult the zone of the ‘the others’ begin. We eat, sleep, drink, write and eventually ‘Think’ the way we are ‘Expected’ to.

This anticipation is what acts as a trauma of our generation and perhaps the generation before us as well. The trauma which has transformed our thinking pattern and it now only takes the route which is the ‘Right route’. Now, our cognition is programmed to work in the direction that is already encrypted by the society. Our physical actions are in the zone of ‘the others’ when we’re around strange faces, but our cognition is in a constant state of flux and distress. Flux i.e. whether to approach a situation the way we want to or not? Distress because we won’t choose any way which is different from the one prescribed by the norms.

How traumatic this constant pressure is… excruciating the soul and the mind, while the body appears perfectly apposite and tranquil. This zone of ‘The others’ has captured not only our mental stability but also the innovation and creativity which every soul possesses.

We can’t wear, eat, sleep and “Live” in a way which is not stipulated by the norms. I don’t say that we should defy the norms, but I firmly believe that to live a “Free Life” we ought to let the mental processes float beyond the imaginary boundaries of the society. Only that way we shall progress, prosper and actually attain Freedom!

 

What God has chosen for us?

I opened my eyes, stared at the sky, gave a sarcastic smile and turned over. My eyes were moist and small drops of tears running down my cheeks, but I managed to hide my face in the fusty grass I was lying on.
What was I doing? Was I trying to question or humiliate nature….then why were my eyes wet? I know exactly the state I was going through! I was unhappy; rather sorrowful or may be loathed my current condition. I blamed God for all my disasters and my sarcasm was just an instrument to show my inner anger. I thought that all my dilemmas were His scam and I was as innocent as a newly born baby in her mother’s lap.
We all go through this phase of emotional trauma, where we are left with no way out. Hence, the only way to vent out our frustration is to blame The Almighty for it.

Then I felt something on my shoulder, something pouring down. I turned back and it was raining. Small droplets poured down and slowly my whole anxiety started flowing with the cold water. I like a cliché imagined, it wasn’t rain rather the clouds were crying with me.

Drenched in water, I walked with heavy steps in the torrential rains. As few droplets turned into many, the clouds also went from being dark to darker. Wherever the dim ray of light tried to enter, the lightening would yell and command it to hide in the clouds.

No light….not a single ray of it! Just like my life huh…held in the shackles of darkness. The nature was showing me a mirror image of my own emotions, ah! It was making fun of it. And it gave me the right to humiliate and mortify it without hurting my conscience. I was taking revenge though I knew I couldn’t hurt or harm the nature and The Almighty ruling it. But all I knew was that this vengeance could provide me some sort of relief.

But as more and more rain poured down on my apprehensive soul….I felt more and more relieved. My sense of anger started to disappear in the flow of the salty water on my skin. The rain drops in fact seemed to absorb my worries leaving my mind afresh. Now, I realized that how wrong I was in perceiving this rain as a tool to demean my condition by Almighty.

It wasn’t demeaning or mimicking me rather it was there to wash my tears. The droplets not only absorbed my sorrows but also brushed away my tears. My head was lighter and my soul was cleaned of all the tensions I had.
May be that is how a difference of perception can alter the way we perceive Almighty’s blessings. This is how God sends us angels and we consider them demons.

‘I agree that sometimes it’s so difficult to understand what God has chosen for you. But whatever it is….it’s the best for us’