She was intelligent and she was right at this. He always was so confused (though he did not know it ... he was). With so many illusions and no one to help out (not that he had asked for help from anyone) he had his own notions and would do what he thought was right. Not that rain could stop falling just because he thought it was time to go out without getting wet. But then who doesnt like the best for oneself. The best job, the best place to stay, the best movie to watch, the best watch, the best laptop and camera, because all of them made one happy. (Someone very intelligent once said how It is actually the path that once takes to be happy that counts. But then unless the story is outrageoursly related to the movie industry, for general people, the path is more or less the same.)
Having put into situations that led him to one of the best in all aspects he was quite with the best things - education, ideologies, society, job, most of his material belongings - and he believed more of the best was on its way. This slowly led him to think how he can also juggle with people to have the best for himself. Not that he was a great people's person or for that matter a great juggler, but apart from the few that he really cared for, he did / didnot want to care for all others. He kept his options as to whether to like a person or not (depending on many sequences he called circumstances). Gradually that built a wall around him as there was never good enough a reason to like anyone (he did not know of it). Gradually the wall grew thicker, stronger, taller and that made him just an onlooker. Its easy to break a prison that has its keys with someone else, but when the key to your cell is with you, it is nearly impossible to get put ot it. Impossible, unless you get a councelling.
That evening then they talked about work and clothes and food and rain, they came to people, to him and what was happening to him. He couldnot get it at first as he had made it rather too confusing but then slowly he discovered how whatever one may think or do, a some Mr. Linclon will get only a Mrs. Linclon. Afterall, people are not options, they are people and that is what it is.
Song: She is a star ...
Monday, July 16, 2007
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Yes people are not options. Never.
ReplyDeletei am glad you wrote about this.
And yes Mr. X will get Mrs. X for sure.