Sunday, 5 July 2015

To Forgive and To Forget- A different perspective!

Yes; It is very much a noble endeavor. Forgiveness is cited to be a healing act; that transforms our perspective on life and the negativity associated with it. A lot of people lament though, that it is not always practical to forgive and forget; sometimes the extent of the hurt and damage done to us is so severe that it becomes impossible to be kind and forgiving. So what you have is a person who either learns the beautiful art of 'Forgiving and Forgetting" or a person who refuses to buy the concept behind the phrase!

My take on the subject is slightly divergent- Firstly, I as an individual do not "Forgive and Forget". My exceptions are God, my parents and my extended family, whose unconditional love has often rescued me from the dark corners of life. But, for the others, who have not had any significant contribution in my life, apart from wrecking it, I do not wish to be a person who forgives and forgets! Tut-tut! What a negative approach to life, you may wonder! But honestly, it isn't!

I've read in so many places, that people like me are bitter, resentful and are revengeful towards those who have wronged us; we live in the miseries of the past and wallow in a sense of grief and regret. I frankly don't agree with this assumption. I am not in the least bitter about my past experiences with people who did not deserve my time and friendship. In fact, I am grateful to them- because if it weren't for them; I may not have realized the difference between the genuinely Good and the irrevocably Bad. I would not have realized the importance of the values that my parents have instilled in me, and I would have never come out of the reverie that 'If am good I am inevitably going to be a recipient of goodness'. It is exactly this revelation, that convinces me that to forgive and to forget is not the best thing to do.

I, in fact believe that it is not our right to forgive in the first place. We as mortals, are prone to making mistakes, hurting people, intentionally or unintentionally; I may have done so myself! Therefore, I lose the very right to forgive anyone. Some forgiveness may be in order for me, who knows!?  Having said that, I don't believe that we deserve all the wrong that has been done to us! Some of it can be chalked down to Karma, but most of it is the inevitable play of life, which brings us in contact with the desirable and the undesirable elements.

Another aspect to the subject of forgiveness is that, If I forgive the person I also let them off for taking undue advantage of my friendship and defiling the trust that I had placed in them. When a person deceives you like that, you can never build back that trust again; you can never bridge the gulf that would've opened up between you, because the fundamental basis of any relationship is trust! So even if I tell myself to forgive them, we will never share the same bond; the friendship would've lost the anchor of trust... So, forgive a person to the extent, that you are rid of any negative or harmful vibes; consider him to be a misguided individual- who in time will bear the brunt of his mistakes the hard way! But never.. never FORGET what this person has done to you..Your interaction with this person, has brought you closer to the realities of life- you have faced humiliation due to him- you have felt the indignity of being shunned out! If you forget, you also forget the times that you were faced with ignominy, and that makes you vulnerable and less alert in the future. If you keep the memories alive with you, never again will you let a person come even an inch close to harming you... You will have fortified yourself.. This does not mean however, that you will cease to make mistakes, that you will cease to have bad experiences with people... But you will have gained an intuition, a sixth sense, which would help you get a whiff of malicious intent in people. On the other hand, it will also help you cultivate a great, sincere friendship with individuals who truly value your presence in their lives.

So if I do not forgive and forget, it doesn't mean I am full of hatred and ill regard for those temporary negative influences who have come and gone by! Rather, I have detached myself from them completely.. I don't ponder on the lives of such people, I don't brood when I see them happy, I don't wish them ill, because I am fully aware that bad deeds have a curious way of creeping up on you and taking you unawares! God will make them pay in His own way. I don't have to bother my head about them... Because I have a life, full of activity, full of surprises, full of worthy people who have filled it with meaning.. I have learned to count my blessings and smile through it all! So you see, there is no negativity attached to this approach at all! 

My friend asked me a pretty good question when she heard my views on the subject- "So if a person is truly repentant, and wants to make amends, would you not forgive him?"
My answer to that is, we have exceptions in every case. Once you have trained your sixth sense to distinguish between genuine and shallow people, you can use your discretion to judge whether the person deserves your trust and love.. If he does, I don't see why you shouldn't give him a second chance! There are chances, that he goes back to his selfish ways and gives you a hard time, but you must remember that now you are a wiser and stronger person..You can deal with anything that is thrown at you! Never, compromise on your self worth though! No one has the right to make you feel like crap!

Always remember, "In my life, I call the shots!! My life, My rules!!" :)

Saturday, 30 May 2015

Life In a Metro- Story 1- 'Tear' ing through!

Hi all! As promised, I'm back with my very first story for the column. Its the oldest metro story I can recall, and believe me it still moves me to tears! Tears of laughter, of course. Nothing to sob about here! Its a pretty funny one.. So let me get on with my narration.

I remember clearly I was in school at the time of the incident- It was one of those days when my school van turned up late, and I decided to take the metro instead. Initially when you're new to things, you take quite some time to learn the ropes. Back then, I was still awkward with metro rides- getting to the right platform, stepping into the right train- all that i was still rusty with!

I was traveling alone and it was going to be a long ride from Race Course ( nearest to school) to Guru Dronacharya metro station (nearest to home). But as soon as I stepped into the pleasant air conditioned compartment of the metro, I was filled with relief! EMPTY seats! Well, almost.. At least, I got a corner to myself- the thought of carrying my heavy schoolbag on my back 'standing' was hardly attractive.

Soon, our metro glided out of race course and made its way towards Gurgaon. I remember spending the first ten minutes of the metro ride in bliss!  I  was still marveling at my luck and was thankful for the corner seat that I had bagged, when the discomfort started.

Before setting off for school that day, I had decided to slip on my contact lenses. It was pretty adventurous of me actually- it was the first time I had worn them to school. Being heavily myopic, I'm dependent on my nerdy spectacles for good measure, and there were and still are times when I get bored of the nerdy look, and hate what spectacles can do to my face! So, on that particular day I decided to wear my contacts and flaunt my eyes a bit. ( Who says we went to school only to study? There were no male attention seeking tactics behind this act though, if your mind is running in that direction! I went to a Convent school) Little did I know then, that looking good comes with a price tag- and guess what- I paid with my tears!

Suddenly, I had this annoying scratchy sensation in my eyes. I blinked my eyes twice, but the sensation persisted. My vision was getting affected too- I looked around and saw the few ladies in the compartment, in their blurred form. I didn't panic, because this had happened to me before- sometimes while wearing lenses my eyes would get dry. But the catch was, that after a while the sensation would go! Here, the idiotic scratchy feeling would just not leave me. I had this mad urge to drown my eyes in water, when God heard my prayers and rewarded me with water- in the form of tears!

Before I knew it, there were tears streaming down my face! No, I wasn't literally crying-  I suppose my eyes needed moistening desperately, so they started hyper-actively creating water, and that in turn was causing the great Ganges to flow from my eyes! But this is when the real fun started. Two aunties, who were sitting in the opposite seats, were in a rapt conversation with each other, until my uncontrollable display of tears attracted their attention.

Whatever their conversation was about- they forgot all about it. I, had now become the focal point of their discussions. Well, I don't blame them- I must've looked like quite a sight- my big eyes oozing with tears, and my desperate urgency to wipe them off would've set a trail of colorful stories in their mind- one of these stories fell onto my ears, and I was horrified! They tried to hush it up, but loud Delhi aunties wouldn't know the first thing about hushing anything up!

So, this is how Gossip monger Aunty A communicated to Over eager ears Aunty B- " Must've failed in one of here subjects in school!" I almost choked on my tears when I heard that!

Aunty B had another interesting theory- " These days, girls concentrate more on their boyfriends (she emphasized the word) than studying for exams! "

At that point I could have butted in and told them that I'm very much single and was one of the toppers in my class,(Irony at its best!) but I was desperate to get out of the train. My tears were getting worse. We had crossed Chattarpur; 15 minutes more in the company of gossiping aunties was not a very comfortable prospect.

Aunty A was subjecting me to merciless scrutiny- "Just look at her- she is traveling alone- Kids these days get into a lot trouble."

Aunty B, by this time was looking at me with sincere sympathy in her eyes; as if at long last, she could feel my pain! I remember at this point, I had put on a bright smile to assure them that everything is not as bad as it seems, but that got them staring harder at me! "2 more stations and I'm home", I thought desperately to myself!

My eyes felt sore from all the crying, and I wondered tiredly why not even once they didn't feel the need to ask me what the crying was all about! Not that I was looking for something like that- that saved me a lot of trouble actually! I would've had to tell them about my contact lenses, and they were not the type to buy that kind of explanation, so its great they didn't try to get to the bottom of it!

I abruptly got up, when it was announced that my station is next, and literally stumbled out of the train when the doors opened. That was the last I saw of the Ultimate 'Gossip Girls' duo! (Thank God !) Their insane conjectures added to my watery discomfort, were making my head reel!

After that, I NEVER wore contact lenses to school! The memories of the metro ride were enough to put me off lenses for quite a while! But this was one of the earliest memories of the metro I still fondly look back upon! When I play it in my head now, it was no less than a rib tickling scene from a Priyadarshan Film! Gob Bless both Aunty A and B, wherever they might be! :)






Sunday, 24 May 2015

Life in a Metro!! An Overview...

 Okay, i have been so laid-back about writing lately, that im surprised that my blog hasn't been deactivated! No excuses! I'm not going to offer any excuse this time because I'm very enthusiastic about a new column that I'm going to start blogging about. Its called 'Life in a Metro'. Well, that introduction was way too abrupt. So not my style ! So let me get into this from the beginning- How I conceived the very idea of the column, and why its going to be fun for you guys to read through this!

Every writer faces a creative block at one point or the other; I must confess that its most frustrating not to have anything to write about! Its like staring at a blank wall like an idiot, waiting for something good to just pop in your head, but well, nothing does so you continue staring into that blank space remorselessly. So, yes, I was experiencing this dull empty block in my head owing to the rut of college, office, and home! But paradoxically, it is this routine that made me realize the full potential of my new column..

When I say "Life in a Metro", I DO NOT mean Anurag Basu's movie!! No, you may not find tales of unrequited love, cruel competition and stifling lives of struggling corporate workers in a metropolitan here- and on the other hand you may discover way way more than that through this column; What I'm really talking about is Dilli ki Jaan- The Delhi Metro! Still confused? Let me clear this up!

In these four years of under graduation from NIFT Delhi, I may have made thousands of trips on the metro already. I literally do not feel the need to learn to drive, because of this wonder train! Also, by car you can forget about travelling to Chandni Chowk, Sadar Bazaar and the curious little haunts of Delhi without getting your brains on fire! The heaving discomfort of parking your car into a tiny space, amidst the yells of locals and the crazy honking of belligerent vehicles, all packed in the same narrow lane, is too much for my heart to take! No, such acts are for those patient souls who pay the price for owning a car! Till the time I don't own one, I will avail of this trustworthy service which I believe is the backbone of Delhi transport.

The metro has brought me closer to 'Delhi" and got me acquainted with places that I wouldn't have ever been to otherwise. Today, if I decide to hop in a metro and go to a Godforsaken place in Delhi to get some work done, my mom will never object- she knows that if there is anything 'safe' in Delhi its the Metro..

And why is the Metro the hot topic of my column again? Well, if you truly and very minutely observe, the metro is a reflection on Delhi and its Delhiites. Culture, values, funny stories, crazy aunties, lechy men, pole dancing kids; the concoction of curious elements makes for a great eye opener on what Delhi means to me...

From today, I start blogging on my unusual, sometimes cocky experiences on this wonder train, and before i start this incredible journey, I'll thank all those anonymous people on the metro who have inspired me enough to get this column going! And lastly, I hope my ode to the Metro proves to be fascinating and captivating to my readers, and please do feel free to write about your experiences on this wonderful service as the blogging  continues!
 Cheers! Let's get this started!
:)