Showing posts with label hurt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hurt. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Entitled, Reckless and Cruel

Truth be told, I was thinking of writing this piece for some time now. Thanks to insensitive tweet of Shobhaa De, it has finally come out.

Off late, I have seen an alarming rise in culture of public bashing and slandering over social media. People feel entitled to make comments, observations and flaunt opinions over a wide range of topics. Interestingly, if one were to question these self-proclaimed experts over their knowledge and research behind the comments, it would either be ‘thorough research’ conducted on social media forums (read Facebook), or propelled by someone else’s comment (second hand arguments) or very simply the fact that they can, thanks to the great freedom of thought and expression. Mind you, this is the most popular phrase taken out of the beautiful, pithy Indian Constitution (the rest of which we have no clue about). More interestingly, the issues on which opinions are being thrown around have little to no real meaning or concern for the people writing them. Had they been driven by true passion for a cause, I would have been delighted. But when the comments are fueled by the need for a few moments of cheap publicity, it becomes nauseating. Further, it becomes worrisome when celebrated and renowned authors join this bandwagon, especially the ones who call themselves opinion shapers. Fame or reputation obtained by an individual in a certain aspect of life should not make them feel entitled to attack or demean the efforts or character of other individuals.

When someone throws around opinion, the point that is conveniently skipped is the impact that it creates. Given the mind-boggling reach of internet and longevity of content once it gets online, the potential of causing damage to someone’s reputation or morale is catastrophic. The recklessness of people is almost infinite. Sweeping statements, unfair generalizations, faulty extrapolations are commonplace. The World Wide Web has placed small nuclear weapons of mass destruction into the hands of everyone with access to internet. Sensationalism overshadows sensibility. Excitement overpowers rationality. If trial by media was not dangerous enough, trial by social media is becoming hyper trend. Let us say first and fact check later. The ability to comment on someone feeds our ego and somehow makes our own miserable lives a little better. My shortcomings remain private; rest of the universe is fair game.

And if just the ability to recklessly air opinion is not enough, it has to be cruel too, just for good measure. There has to be an extra grind. The cowardliness of hiding behind a screen while slaughtering someone would have been amusing had it not been so distasteful. The frustrations of our own lives can easily be projected on someone else, without even having to face them. There is a great perversity in this kind of confrontation. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on the side where one stands, when the damage is being done, the party who has initiated the assault is far away, shielded from any fallout that might have come out of their words. The shots are fired in the dark, without any concern for repercussions. Who it hits, how and when is not even an afterthought. If everything goes well, it attracts popularity and if it backfires, it was unintended.

The virtual world of the internet has somewhat eroded the fact that ultimately, there are real people at the other end too. People who feel, people whose lives and livelihoods can be destroyed, people who can get demotivated or even outraged.

As clichéd as it sounds, indeed, with great power comes great responsibility. We have been given tremendous power and privilege to express our opinions and it is propelled by amazing advancements in technology. At the same time, it has acquired a disastrous potential for causing devastation too. The responsible thing to do is to strike down this culture of feeling entitled to behave recklessly with cruelty. Let’s make our thoughts deeper, sincere and constructive.
Better things worth spreading are hope and happiness.


Thanks to Meenakshi Aggarwal for edits and inputs.

Monday, October 12, 2015

Memories


Memories... Keep the right ones.
Not all things end well. But if we can just remember the good parts, they can take us a long way.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Tragedy of Glory



The brightest and the strongest, the ones that do so much for the world are often the ones who are the loneliest! 

Thursday, October 8, 2015

My Moon



Well, even in relationships, someone always loves more than the other.
And then, there are times when the one you love is not with you. It is really sad to love and not be loved back.
But don't let that scare you from loving someone. It takes courage and character to love someone selflessly.
Love like you would love the Moon.

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Alone



I captioned it 'Alone'.

Contrary to popular belief, being alone doesn't essentially means absence of physical company.
Over the years, I have been in relationships, been out of it, lived among friends, lived in seclusion, had a very social life and been a recluse too. With all the experience that I gathered from all the interactions, I have come to interpret the term alone in a much broader sense.
Being alone is not just an absence of physical company, it is a much more complex mental state. Many of us would have felt alone in a room full of people. I, for one, have.
Sometimes, being trapped in situations and relations also make us feel alone. This loneliness, the one that exists even with people around, is particularly more taxing and daunting than being alone in the traditional sense of the word.
I have experienced another form of loneliness. I really can't put my finger on it, but I believe it is intellectual loneliness, the feeling of being unable to find people who match our wavelength, 'Our kind of People'. I so want to surround myself with people who just get what I'm saying. The Magic that happens when we don't need to complete our sentences. The message gets conveyed before the words are spoken. Of all the times I have felt alone, this one has been the worst kind.

Feel free to pen your thoughts on the topic.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Because it's not your fault


My Dear One,

I'm writing this to you even without knowing who you are or how you are going to be. But I need to write this for I know who I'm and how I need to be, rather, how I want to be.

I'm hurt. I'm broken. Shattered. But when you walk in, I resolve to be whole again and to give you all of myself. It might take some time, but I'll get there. You shall not be forced to suffer with some damaged goods because it's not your fault.

I feel betrayed. Deeply let down. But with you, I'll learn to take chances again. I'll trust you with all my strength. I'll learn to depend on you and be there for you always. There shall be no walls to keep you out because it's not your fault.

I feel angry. I feel vengeful. But with you, I'll find love again. I'll look for peace and compassion that you bring and shall cherish you. You shall never be a channel for misguided hatred because it's not your fault.

I want to be mean. Selfish. Even cold to emotions. But I want to share with you, warm up to you. I'll care for you, protect you, defend you and even fight for you. I'll never let you feel alone because it's not your fault.

I might not be what I used to be. I have changed. But I'll never ask you to change on my behalf. I shall never try to make you into someone you are not or secretly hope that you replace someone I had. I'll celebrate who you are. I want you to know that I want you and you alone. Nothing that happened matters because it's not your fault.

It might have been my fault which has left me where I'm. Or not. But I know this for sure, that it's not you and that it's not your fault.

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Let go

Let Go...

I loved her so much that I wanted her to be near me forever
Forever close to me
So I clutched on to her tight
I was afraid to let her go
I held on tighter
Love can make you go crazy
It can make you blind
Tighter I held her, paler she became
That fragile creature was suffocating
Silently crying for release
She was trapped in a cage of love
She began to wither
I became worried
And I held tighter
Till she could take it no more
Love must not enslave
Love is not addiction
It is a beautiful libration
From fear, doubt and desire
She is a bird of flight
Nothing is supposed to tie her down
She is flower that needs to bloom
Spread its petals and greet the wind
She needs gentle touch
Not clenched fists
I need to let her go
Open palm and open heart
She has to be free
For she may not be with me
But she has to be her
The very best of her