I have always wondered if the passengers in my train of life
know me as to exactly who I define myself to be! Do you think that you express
the true you?
I don’t think so. But I am of course happy for those of you
who differ.
There is this new subway being caved into the earth, which I
need to constantly pass by most often and much unenthusiastically. The side of this work that is going on is artistically
margined with decaying trash from all our well maintained homes. The stench is
like the parallel universe of the inside of our beautifully perfumed and repeatedly
bragged about cars!! And by the side of this repulsive sight, I come across this
small tiny crumbled figure, breaking small pieces of bread with her tiny and trembling
fingers. It’s not a sight that I wish to see, but it is the gore reality.
The gruesomeness is not the situation, but the unmoved souls
that walk past her, with not a single sketch of emotion, even slightly
glimmering with a drop of melancholy.
It got me thinking, have we become people so aloof to even
dignify this lady of her existence?
We feel emotions of anger, jealousy, love, kindness,
empathy, hate and so on. But we all successfully conceal these emotions with
the greatest masks of existence such as diplomacy, silence and detachment.
Slowly these feelings settle down like the volcano and become rocks that are
immovable and inhumane.
We hold on to our unsaid feelings not being able to reach
out to those who could use our aid and also maybe ask for a small hand
ourselves when we needed it the most! We think if we expose our true selves, we
will be plundered of our soul and what remains is just sorrow. We erect a tower
of comfort, and what endures, just us on the top of it, confided with darkness and
solitude.
Nevertheless, we live in a world where it’s believed to
leave something's unsaid. But we are so diligent, that we do not say most of it.
To me it’s essential to be honest of my emotions and say it
all out. If we feel the importance of illuminating our true selves as true as
we are and not put on a façade like our very own ‘Batman’ then we would know
how much of our world is authentic.
Feeling emotions makes us human. Expressing it defines
our persona. It opens the world to clarity and compassion.
Like Fydor (Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky - Russian writer) said ‘Much
unhappiness has come to the world because of bewilderment and things left
unsaid’.
