A religious man/ priest/ dharma guru says- death is eternal, it mingles you with almighty forever. This body was never yours. Almighty has given you this body and he has rightfully taken it away when the time was ripe, so don't cry, it was bound to happen, it was pre- destined.
A reporter will tear apart the history, geography and family of the deceased and will telecast special programs or write lengthy columns to elaborate the facts, ifs and why's mixed with some psychology of the concerned person and rake TRP's.
A politician will give strong interviews in media, will blame the opposition, in extreme cases, will hamper the working of parliament, will cry crocodile tears, will issue apologies to the nation on national television, will grant houses and shower consoling money and get selfies clicked.
Here is the detailed synopsis of the story which i will try to explain as per my trysts with life and how i overcome complexities and failures.
Some ME-Talk: - Calling me a very simple girl with no hiding tendencies to deceit and with almost nil traces of twisted behavior, i very easily laughed with smile becoming my second nature and got hurt very easily and which means a slightest emotional hurt moved me to eyeful tears by which many people got benefited too. You may blame it on my easy going nature and simplified nature which I am ashamed to admit I earned with loads of internal struggle though my genes gave me some other things than this virtue!!! I believed in being one inside out which simply means what I say is what I mean and have no hidden agenda or secrets inside the veins of my heart. I was a girl of good height among my peer group of tango girls everywhere with a strong build carrying a round white face tucked with two jet black eyes and long eyelashes, with kinda plump cheeks which were an attraction for the uncles of opposite sex to touch them by pulling them as if claiming to shower me with fatherly love but somehow, my sixth or seventh sense always signaled red but I kept shredding it for some or the other reason. Yes! You read it right, being a true blue Cancerian, my senses are highly awakened and catch easily and quickly so never mind my seventh sense! Be happy and keep happy was the funda of my life and healthy conversations leading me ahead of others. I had strong viewpoints on things and never was ashamed to share with others even if I invited uninvited criticism. My mother would ask me to shut up on many occasions which I forcefully rejected and continued till I point I found inner satisfaction to vomit my viewpoint or driven the listener up the wall or till my mom dragged me out of the place! Phew! I did what I believed; no one ever found any discrepancy between what I believed, what I said and what I did. But this society is not polite to people who are true to themselves. We are supposed to wear many masks while roaming here and here according to the situation or as per the society's demand. We are supposed to be brilliant actors who can don different masks @ different time and change dramatically within fraction of seconds effortlessly and please everyone. I pity those people who say this is my life and I can do whatever I choose to do with my life but the experience of thirty three years has made me realize that the body you own is actually a rented apartment where in you keep a mind which speaks as per the society instructs you to even if the heart abuses it continuously but the pressure is enormous and he has to bow! Bow before power, bow before indifference, bow before customs, bow before random forces, YOU have to bow!!!
We all have been having long discussions or holding forums on how our society is obsessed with fair color and slim figures...but ironically...both the things are applicable to the feminine gender...I was all of seven when after being described chubby or cute or baby doll by the society suddenly became the target of humiliation and blunt comments....my only fault was that i was on the heavier side since childhood and among all the chaos surrounded by my physical appearance, i was unable to find my fault...those who pretended to love my appearance gave me a jolt (maybe my genes were at fault). I suffered series of trials, misconceptions, tribulations, guilt and a serious inferiority complex.
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