Friday, July 29, 2011

Bruises And Scars...

Every now and then, I face a situation myself, or am told one by some of my friend, about the words, sentences, events, happenings which hurt us as people, in general. Rude behaviour, anger, misunderstandings, obstinence, being few of the reasons why it happens. Well, all I say to myself in the end is, 'This is life...'

Truly. Beautifully.

You'd ask what's so beautiful about being hurt, I assume. I say, that's just as the half-full half-empty glass theory. Simply said, perception changes a thing from positive to negative and vice versa.

We learn from everything, and sometimes we fail to realize that. Everytime we pass through some such moment when we felt hurt, it, for every reason, gets registered in our sub-concious that we shouldn't do that again or be the one to hurt someone else in the same way, again, depending on what shoes we wear in that situation.

As humans, it is natural to be hurt, bruised, scarred, and then, healed. It's healing that's necessary. It's healing that is long and takes patience. It's the healing process that's full of emotions... Anger, despair, pain, hurt, sadness, glum, to begin with...

Let's face it. We can't forgive 'anyone' easily for when they hurt us. What they did to us shadows who they are, what they mean to us, how they feel for us and everything else in question, at least for an accounted period of time. Tears flow, the heart aches, eyes swell... Tired eyes and a pained heart remains... Waiting to be healed... Waiting to have another go at life... Waiting to give someone another chance... And, to try again...

Really? How many times? Every time this happens, I know how it gets to. The saturation point of being the acceptor, the limits of patience, the tiredness of the bleeding heart (metaphorical)... Frankly, the reality is that we just want to stop trying. And most of the times, we even do.

We stop trusting people over what some other has done to us... We stop believing in people's words over loss of integrity of someone close to us... We close our eyes to the reality and begin living in an oblivious world... We look at the world from behind a translucent curtain and get judgemental... We shut the doors to our heart... Yes, we do all of this.

Yes, we are hurt so bad that the pain won't stop... Yes, we have been stabbed so brutally that the body aches... Yes, we are bruised so deeply that even medicine spilled over it seems to just deepen the wound... But, then is when it begins to heal... The hurt begins to turn to acceptance... We collect the broken pieces of our hearts and begin to stitch them together... The deep bruises heal to scars on the skin...

Yes, we heal.

Sometimes soon enough to give the person a second chance. Most others, too late.

It's this strange beauty of life and nature that amuses me... Just as a leaf springs out soon after we break one from the branch of a tree, and fruits and flowers reappear according to their lifecycles, human beings too, learn, grow, heal and conquer the pain...

The only part of it that scares me, bewilders me is about the tree being brought down from the bottom of its stem. It being uprooted. Leaving no hope of it growing back again...

Co-incicentally, this is also that part of the situation that we consider for ourselves everytime someone cuts down one of our fruits or at the greatest, breaks a branch. We get tired. Tired of trying. Tired of facing the situation. Tired of living with that pain and supressing more agony. We do get tired...

And that's what we gotta change... That's what I have been trying to change within myself and those who would let me in their lives. That belief, that nothing will change from the way it was, that it was best the way it was and can never get better... Well, never say never.

Been there, done that. Going through that, and still do give up sometimes.

I don't say I am perfect or that I'm the most hopeful, most optimistic person. I don't because I know I am not. But, at the same time, I know that I have the courage to stand up. I have the courage to set foot from every disparity, again. I know that no situation can be so binding on me that it would take away my happiness completely. I know that no hurt can be so deep that it would make me want to kiss goodbye to this earth. I know that no pain can be so excruciating that it would be beyond my ability to soak it in.

And I know that it is the same for everyone... Everyone...

May be I'll stand up soon enough. Or may be I won't. But, I know that sometime it is ought to happen. It will happen.

And till it doesn't, the bruises and scars, will keep reminding me that I still got work to do...


P.S.: Began a co-blog earlier this month for I (and my fellow bloggers) couldn't sit back and complain anymore. The realization that things had to change, dawned upon us and that we need to be the change we want to see, seemed more plausible than anything else. For this much-desired change and to get more and more people to join in with us, those who share the same ideology, 'Not Just The Talks.' has been started. If you haven't already, do read my inaugural post on it 'It's Time To Not Just Keep Talking.'

Sunday, July 10, 2011

It's Time To Not Just Keep Talking.

Been a while since the idea of this blog and desire hit me and my friends. Time lapses kept pushing this idea far and beyond. But, something made me feel that it was worthless to just keep pushing it beyond without any reason. That something is the movie V For Vendetta.

Made me question myself. Why am I here? Why did I ever even begin this blog if I wasn't going to do something of it just because of some silly, stupid reasons? I don't care enough to be even bothered about them! Those reasons don't make me wanna opt out of the desire to make a difference to the society and world I live in. Those reasons don't make me wanna be 'just' a part of the crowd. I know I'm different. I know I'm not one of the herd. And if you think I am, I'm here to tell you and prove to you that I'm NOT.

I'm done staying silent. I'm done being suffocated. I'm done feeling sorry for the dead and terrorized. I'm done showing solidarity for those in pain. I'm done feeling frustrated with the reality that exists. I'm done feeling tired of the way things are. I'm done accepting this bullshit. Now, I'm here to change. To be a part of it. To initiate it. And to at least try, if not succeed.
If you don't like something, change it; if you can't change it, change the way you think about it. ~Mary Engelbreit
I read this a few days back on a profile named Quotegarden I actively follow on Twitter. Made me smile the first thing I read it. Went on to send it to a few of my friends who acknowledged how true it is... And right then, I knew, that change, has to begin. It has to, sometime. Then, why not that 'sometime' be right now?

So, then and there it was... Through the last 2-3 months, the idea that has found a place in my head, has finally materialised in the form of what you now see as Not Just The Talks.
To keep it real, I have no clue of how long and how much this will sustain. I hope it will be long enough to achieve something substantial. But, hope is not just enough. Just as, talking isn't enough.

I don't promise anything more than opinions here. I seriously, don't. But, again, this is the internet! What else can you do? Make a few causes on Facebook which people perceive as spam? Tweet about it? Digg about it? Create it an internet  sensation? Whoa! I'm stunned! Not a bit.

Yes, I will act. I promise to. Whenever needed, I will. I won't just give my opinions here. I will be there whenever there is an event, an opportunity, a desire, a need to change expressed. Somewhere, anywhere. That's the grit, that's the desperation, that's the lust with which I want change to happen. I may have my head well in the sky when I say I dream of a world devoid of most of its present problems, but let me tell you, what my eyes see from up here, is rather beautiful and I choose to make this the real world, over going back to the filthy (compared to the view from up here) way of life. Period.

Cynicism with hope rules me. Completely. Utterly. And that's what this is about... Hitting the issues at hand, real hard. And then getting into the system to find the solution which may possibly get us through... Let's try! Let's give it a shot!

I repeat. I don't promise results. I don't promise change. I am not God. I am a simple 18-year-old from Mumbai dreaming to live in a better Mumbai, a better India and finally, a better world. A world where sadness, anger, frustration, disappointment can be reduced by humans, for oneself and for another.

Truly speaking, it hurts to see when elders around me, even those in powerful positions, act as if nothing can be changed and give up hope so easily, on this world that is our very own. I'm sorry to say this, may be it's even disrespectful, but, I can't sit hand-in-hand with my friends 20 years down the line, sipping tea on the porch, and talk about how the situation has just gotten worse from right now. I would rather talk to him/her about how we tried and how much worse it could have been had we not tried...

I have crossed and already shouted out loud "Enough is enough." If you have too, jump in. If you think you will soon, jump in. If you think you can still be patient and take this for a lot more time, or you think this effort will fail like most others have till today, don't jump in.

Finally, being or not being a part of NJTT (acronym for 'Not Just The Talks.') depends on you. Your discretion, completely. I'm here. I'm trying. I will keep trying.

Will you join us?

If you do decide to join us, surely do inform us in either of the following ways:
  1. By commenting below here.
  2. By emailing us at
  3. By posting it on our Facebook page.
  4. By mentioning us on Twitter (@NotJustTheTalks).
  5. Or by texting or calling me.
Until next post then... Adios :-)!

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