March 27, 2010

College Romances-The Indian Way



Everything looks pretty. There are smiles all over and every stranger looks happy.
A guy has finally overcome his fear of being rejected, his heart still pounding though.
A girl just heard the words she always wanted to hear, her face more red than ever.

Love is in the air.

A guy proposed to a girl, and she accepted.

Mr. Cupid got this one right!

This will be followed by countless hours on phone and a million texts in a day! You can always figure out a person in love when they smile ear-to-ear while texting. Every beep on the cell phone excites them and fingers start moving faster than ever to reply back.
Every moment they will spend together, from this moment onwards, will be etched in their minds forever. They don’t need a romantic “dating point”. A class room filled with a hundred other students is just fine. Just a look, from the corner of the eye, is enough to make her blush. A similar look from the girl makes the guy’s day.
It doesn’t matter where they are. Whether it is walking in a crowded path or sitting together in a roadside restaurant or being on a dilapidated fort’s top, it is all about stealing a few moments together. To dodge the security to remain together for five more minutes, before the gate closes, seems like the biggest conquest.
Even if they are not together, they are not separate. Their call durations are always in hours and the call disconnects only to charge the phone again. Now the biggest expense is of recharge coupons!
All they need is each other. All they want is to know each other, more and better, everyday. Everyday sun rises with the excitement of seeing each other and everyday sun sets with the promise of doing the same all over again, and again, forever. When others around are busy making careers, they are busy making lives. After all, college is called the best time of your life for some reason.
Their love is true and pure….full of hope, full of promise, ignorant of reality!
Everyone wants to graduate from this place as soon as possible. They want it too. But for entirely different reasons. It’s all planned. Get out of the college, get into a company. Works for two years then tell your parents about each other, and since they love you so much, they would agree. Get married and live your life like a dream. Nothing cinematic,
So simple!
Quite a picture, isn’t it?
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But I know the future. I have seen what they haven’t or they don’t want to.
It’s all perfect except that it is in India.
The guy may not be from the same caste as the girl or the girl may be from another state or worse they both may follow different religions and the worst of all, their horoscopes may not match. Even the most educated Indian people believe in all this planetary crap.
Even if nothing applies, just the concept of “Love” is unacceptable. It’s against the honor of the families.

Everything suddenly became dark.
Where is the love?
It's lost, once again!

Love, in Indian families, is just a vice which is a result of bad company. And the re-habilitation center for this is the institution of “Arranged Marriage”!
India is famous for its legendary love stories. But one point goes un-noticed in all of them. All of them had a tragic end, except for the story of the “Taj Mahal”, which ironically is built on the foundations of a tragic end of an otherwise successful “arranged” love story.
Now what?
It would be followed by a few days of silence and a few tearful calls.
The guy would try to be a rebel but the girl would never have the courage to go against the wishes of her parents. What blossomed in years, would die out in days!
Indian youth is expected to have developed the ability to “forget and move on” on the same day they learn to love others. They are not expected to fall in love too young. I mean 21 is too young in India!!!
However perfect it may seem, your College Romance getting materialized has a lesser probability than anything else in this country.
One of those times when you feel Life was simpler! It isn’t.

October 17, 2009

Excuse me, I am just a Human!


People claim that I am a Human. However, the more I think, the more I seem to disagree with this.
Not because of any extra-terrestrial physical attribute, but because of the mere fact that I don’t lie about who I am. Or, at least , I don’t want to lie anymore.
What is so bad about being bad? Isn’t BLACK a color of spectrum called LIFE? So why not accept it?
I am not nice…at least not always and definitely not with everyone.

I am jealous when people who are equally qualified than me get better opportunities.

I am envy of people who are better than me, and yes, I don’t get consoled by cliché dialogs like “try your level best” or “analyze your strengths and weaknesses” or “you were good too, it was very close”. I want what they have, by hook or crook.

I don’t mind to bend the rules to get benefit.

I have my own set of values and morals and I don’t want to follow the societal norms for better or worse.

When my friend tells me that he got something what we both desired for, the first feeling in my heart is not admiration or elation for him. What I get is a deep long lasting pain , as if somebody just stabbed me right through my heart with a sharp knife. And I know, he would have felt exactly the same way, if it was me who got that.

I may forgive, but I never forget.
Rahiman dhaga prem ka mat todo chatkaye, toot ke fir na judde, judde ghant pad jaye! (Rahim says don’t break the thread of love,because though you may tie it back , there will be a knot forever)

When my girlfriend breaks up with me, I don’t wish her good luck. I wish her loneliness and singledom for life and my aim in life from that day is to get a new girlfriend who is better in EVERY aspect than her so that I can look back at her and say………..” I WIN!”

It’s always about winning , the concept of “participation” is flawed.

I am not “my brother” or “neighbor’s son” or worse “my father”. I AM ME.
Stop smothering me.

So do you hate me now? Is this all new for you? Are all these thoughts restricted to me? Am I abnormal? Or emotionally challenged? I don’t know the answers.

This is how I see it.

I am a normal person. And the testimony to that are these feelings. These are the truths of life. Life isn’t simple, though we all wish it was.
Let’s accept these truths. At least I don’t want to hide them anymore. I want to break free.
I am not a bad person. I don’t want to feel any of the things mentioned above.
I wish I could stop experiencing these, and I am trying. Trust me, I am. Accepting these vices is a step towards that.
Accept me for what I am. Accept me with my vices.
If you still like me, you are my true well wisher. If you don’t then…....Excuse me, I am just a Human !


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