THE HAPPY-SAD CYCLE.

ONLY ONCE ONE HAS KNOWN REAL SADNESS, CAN ONE FEEL REAL HAPPINESS.

Like it is rightly said, happiness and sadness are like sun and moon; when one goes, the other comes. But both are ephemeral. You don’t stay sad or be in a state of content all the time. Life is not fair and that what makes it livable. Agreeing with the given statement is easy. Not because it is some predefined notion stated by some great philosopher, but it fits apt on my life too. Or to be precise, would fit well to anybody’s and everybody’s life.

 

I’ll start with taking a non-fictitious example from everyday life, Heartbreak. It is an event that one generally experiences in his lifetime, at least once. Be it some teenage infatuation-love break up or some serious committed relationship coming to an end. On an average, almost 70%, not statistically though, get into depression, not only the one that goads them to commit some serious thing but it deteriorates them from inside to a large extent. Then happiness seems feeble enough to be real. But then as life is meant to be, happiness knocks our door in any possible way. Reconciling with life again, gives a new definition to it and then that feeling becomes superior to any other feeling going on.

 

Considering some obstinate child needs or wants, which are useless to some extent, also fall in to this description. A 5 year old kid will cry his heart out if he doesn’t get his desired, once seen, toy! But as parents are, making sure that the child is not spoilt, disciplined, they sometimes decline to their demands. But just as the house gets filled with the air of melancholy, all because the child is unhappy, parents give up! Honestly, they have to! And just when the toy appears in front of the kid, God! The exuberance of the baby spreads throughout the house, making it a HOME*again, more than a house! So see; happiness is majorly valued after you’ve known what sadness feels like.

 

Happiness is the state of being true to you, in all conditions; without any burden of lies hanging around. Just as you realize the importance of somebody, or your favorite thing, after losing or separating from them, similarly, you revere happiness after you’ve felt the roughness of life. To conclude, happiness and sadness run after each other. The more you experience one, the stronger you become, to face life with all its weapons. So just when life throws a googly; don’t be defensive, just play along and then hitting a 4 or a 6 won’t be that difficult. Surely.

Mr. X STRIKES BACK.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately, about what to write. And it’s just because I want to keep it going, like keep writing. But then the hectic schedule I’ve been following, doesn’t let me ponder upon the everyday miniscule things that happen. They come and go, and somehow don’t leave any impact on me.

But then there are things which lure you so much that everything else comes to a halt, and the only thing in your mind is that thing. Only.  So recently, while enjoying a family Sunday, I heard about something which pulled me out of my senses and shocked me. Ill-treatment to aged women.

 

While we’re travelling in a public transport, any to say, we always give away our seat to some aged person whose standing. And it’s not a matter of pride or achievement but it’s just in our roots. We’ve been taught to respect elders, no matter who they are.

Senior citizens are supposed to be nurtured, just the way a small kid is. You don’t behave boorishly with them. Nobody does. But there are always exceptions!

 

So an old female, say age 70; was travelling alone from her daily routine of temple and prayers. And Mr.X; again some ruthless man, was sitting next to her. Suddenly, he tried to spit out of the window; though without leaning towards the window. So naturally it didn’t go out of the window, and came over the woman’s suit. Now, apologizing, praying for forgiveness, begging for such an offhand behavior will be any other man’s next step. But Mr.X! He just couldn’t say the five letter word. Moreover when the woman reacted, about the nonsensical thing, he shouted back! Oh yes, the shout wasn’t just verbal, it was abusive too. DARING, INSENSITIVE and INHUMAN to be apropos.

The thing doesn’t end here. Now enters Mr.X’s brother. Similar, identical in looks, and more in the habits. He shouted back on the woman and spat again, now aiming not on the window and you know where I’m talking about. Now, you don’t call it brutal, do you?

A public transport in the capital, with plethora of people in the bus, but none to be present really. Nobody came to rescue the poor old women, while she kept quiet, all because she was alone.“Heights of In-humanism”. But there was still much more to happen. Much to the female’s anguish; she stood and tried to get down, but Mr.X just couldn’t let her go. He pushed her down, in the bus, amidst everybody and now the second hero, our second Mr. X; the brother; tried to walk over her, leaving a bruise on her neck. Now when the old woman cried in pain, the conductor woke up from his dreams and threw the guys out of the bus. Or to be true, pushed. Smart he is! Just when the movie ended he realized, “oh my god! It’s real and not fiction”.

 

Argh! Done with the narration. But I have had so much running in my mind since the time I wrote the first letter of this post. We’ve been always taught to NOT disrespect anybody. And moreover be much more reverent to old people. They are our heritage and our roots which define our present. And our future too. Simply, how can you be this insensitive and callous? How? I just don’t understand and probably till the time Mr. X exists in the world, never will. Just the way the old Mr.X exists in us, this one does too, but in a proportion of a 5 percent over all.

It’s not that doing the same thing with old men would be any different, but with women, things become more sensitive. We pray, idolize, respect the goddesses, made into idols but we deter the real human female. A woman, is not less than god. She’s the one who gets us in the world and is the whole sole reason of us being alive. Quirk of fate, to say the least.

 

Honestly, I would love to meet him, personally, alone, and goad him to do the same thing, and there and then, stab him to death; that very second. We all would.  But probably would stop cause of our moral values and ethics, we’ve been brought up in. Even though I’m full with abuses for the guys, our very special Mr. X; I still will respect him. I will respect him so much that he dies seeing his face, on his own.

 

Now the future where love, peace and harmony exist altogether is murky. Elucidation will take time. It will, till the time we, on our own, don’t push or force Mr.X out of us. I’m so taken aback that sometimes, I’m wary about going out, alone.

 

Well, to end, as they say, a happy ending is always in store. Just as Mr.X and his brother were pushed down, the people standing on the road, came to know about the incident, and kicked their asses! The beam of happiness shows on my face, while I’m writing too! And then our *Dilli Police came in to action. Dabbang! Anyway, with a hope, that the 2 days in prison, got them to senses, all other aspiring Mr.X’s would stop, and get back on track of LIFE, the way it is meant to be. Happy and Respectful.