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!

Sheer Hatred…Inspires!

Scorpions are defined as people who see the world in black and whites. Either they love or they hate, ‘Sheer’ is the word which defines or may be completes their emotions. Hatred or veneration, the two expressions encompassing the lifelong feelings these people possess. They sting, they bite or they protect, own and possess. It’s hard to hate someone even if he suffocates you to death. But it’s harder to adore rather hardness reaches impossibility.

Trust me…coz’ I’m a scorpion with a sting, myself! Absorbed in my self-proclaimed conceit I barely take out time to even like anyone. The probability of this improbable likeness can reach negativity..in numeric terms of course. It doesn’t mean that I hate everyone I meet rather it implies that it’s as difficult to get out of my ‘sheer hatred’ list as difficult it is to get in.

Imagine; when you hate someone so much that you can’t even take their name or you love someone so much that their name sticks to your tongue like a blister. But the issue is that you think and think, constantly and continuously about both. One thought about the extremity of admiration and the other about vengeance. These staunch thoughts scuttle your sense to differentiate between greys and whites.

With this philosophy of hate and love, a person becomes too stringent to ponder any further. Visualize, you have a list or division where everyone lies in a particular column. With everything defined and explained, with no intention of revisiting the credentials…you live in a world too rigid & beyond control.

Though appearing emotionless or rigorous, a person with such a strong head also thinks. Sometimes unwillingly a person like me also becomes awed with someone’s sensibility. Someone’s sensibility to observe, remark, scrutinize and think might also appeal as unmistakable and rational to me. Though lying in the hatred matrix of my listing, I might sense the sensitivity of the person behind the disgust I possess. The ability to look beneath the camouflages one hides under is certainly an ability which I think I’m blessed with. I might not like someone but I surely can appreciate the compassion and ability behind that person.

It might appear vague or irrational, that how a person who either loves or hates…also appreciates. But yes it happens; I appreciate the thoughts, the intellect and the passion of anyone. My sheer hatred or sheer admiration doesn’t get in my way when it comes to the sensibility. Because mostly the people I hate have the capability to challenge my thoughts. Call it self-obsession, arrogance or simply self love but people who can challenge my thoughts and divert my sensibility certainly inspire me. Inspire me to re-think and revisit the philosophies about life. They might be not likable or rather revulsion is the feeling that incurs for them. But inspiration which instigates respect is unavoidable for them. I might appear stern and harsh to everyone I hate, but the respect and reverence I possess for one’s intellect never gets over-powered by my personal vengeance.

Sometimes…Sheer Hatred…Inspires!