Tuesday, February 1

Arreee.. Its OK naa...

 
Sometimes I wonder how difficult is it to be real and moreover how difficult is it to maintain your realness (if I can call it so). How darn hard is it to be yourself?

Not that the real you is not liable to change.
It is and pertaining to the laws of natural growth, it should change.
But the consciously real you still exists albeit it is unpredictably invariably variable.

There are bundles of packaged and synthesized knowledge (ahem!) present all around us. And it is said and believed that ideally one should approach such a preprocessed bundle and readily and compliantly (and blindly in awe of the presence of such a fancied nugget) absorb them and then drive one's entire life to become "them".

We are so conditioned by the idea of the inevitable helplessness to live and hence, "then why not happily.." that we deliberately ignore and magnanimously push the seemingly unquenchable thirst to question existence. We just don't want to think anything beyond or other than what the general-happy go lucky-ease loving and presumably content (going by the idea that if one never questions anything (even when it is not just natural but decidedly human to ask), one would become a lover and appreciator of everything and hence reach "happiness") have thought (so to say) and decreed universally acceptable. We hate and disgust the analytical and reason-seeking part of our minds (however pithy it be) and bribe and subdue it with obscure, undeniably incomplete and politically and diplomatically honey-laced justifications, fooling it with the mirage of its obviously understood other half.

There is no other half because there is nothing to complement it.
There is no first half. Its absurd and shite and repetitive and general. Its anything. Its random.

But we don't mind. We have time and again equipped our heads of the bitter truth that there are no answers. And hence that it is retardedly foolish to question. So just take what they give you and be great full for it because otherwise one would have to create one's own private justifications, which though are equally ignoble but do not guarantee a general acceptance of the crowd called society.

And yes the social acceptance of faffing and debating life and its beauty comes handy with it.
Just like a free gift worth the double of the price of the product itself on immediate order placement.
Sounds like a great offer, right!

But believe me the real satisfaction of being the real you and weighing whatever you have with reason and maybe, by the end of the process even discarding it, is far more REAL than a thousands glorious figments of imaginations of the desperately-happy-content you can ever ever get you.

Think about it..
Maybe the water does not just have a tendency to fall from a higher level to a lower.
Maybe your cell phone does not just dry out of battery even when it is in a stand by mode, because it has suicidal tendencies.
Maybe invention has mothers apart from necessity.
Maybe you should not avert the demand of reason when it comes to accepting something new.
Maybe you can question a seemingly universal fact.
Maybe you are allowed to think.
Maybe its not OK.