Us

“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us. ” – Gandalf

We go to the gym. We work out. We don’t work out. We complain about not working out. We eat. We don’t, and starve for no reason. We talk about eating good food. We talk about eating bad food. We complain about poor service in restaurants.

We prepare for the future. We are impetuous. We are selfish. We aim to please others. We think nobody notices our flagrantly whimsical behaviour.

We say grandiose things. We ask profound questions. We ask inane questions. We claim to speak for humanity. For women. For people of our kind. For people of the other kind. We are all supposed to have commonalities that connect us like threaded beads on a lace. We are all supposed to be different and unique.

We define ourselves. These are the movies we like. This is the music we listen to. We are financially responsible for our dads told us that’s a sign of character. Character is important, now. We carry the burden of our past on our shoulders. We mother and smother our friends. We are confident, and the Red Sea parts for us.

We spray perfumes on ourselves. We have our fingers on the pulse of the zeitgeist of fashion.

We are entitled to several things. Dignity. Love. Happiness. Universal brotherhood. That sort of stuff. Our pet peeves. We are to be treated with respect. These are important things. We get misty eyed over these ideas. We are smart. We are entitled to position and status. We are poor. We are entitled to social welfare. We are well read. We are entitled to a finer level of awareness. We are inexperienced. The universe owes us experience.

Things don’t work out for us. The world owes us one. Things do work out. We deserve that. We form communities. The world owes us that of course. We are entitled to get invited everywhere. Everyone is. We are someone. Hence so. To sad movies where we can shed tears and console each other. We are entitled to get mad at anyone when we are in a bad mood.

We are reclusive. We don’t socialize. It is because no one lives up to expectations. Just us. We do of course. Even when we don’t.

We say things out of line, randomly. Overreachingly. Out of scope. Inarticulately. Irrelevantly. Irreverantly. Uncontainedly and incoherently. Immaturely.

We hold consistent opinions. We have faith in several things. Don’t call us on that. It is a free country though. We believe in them because they make us warm inside. We believe in them because they are true. We don’t know that of course. No one does. But then again they must be true, why else would we believe in them?

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10 comments
  1. Tiny Seal said:

    Nice and smooth flow of the writing.

    “We” are just living lives, struggling to prove uniqueness of self and make the best for oneself 🙂

  2. Thrashes Rakes said:

    We dare to eat peaches. We don’t know whether bats eat cats or cats eat bats. We know that the center cannot hold. Finally we all slouch towards Bethlehem.

    And we know every thing that is said has been said many, many times.

  3. Unawoken said:

    Oh it’s you! When you commented on the Mt. Whitney pic I didn’t realize who you were :).

    Nice comment!

    “And we know every thing that is said has been said many, many times.”

    Yup. very true. (Borgesesque).

  4. Trice said:

    very nice , I like it a lot

  5. Mridul said:

    someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed and went into an introspective loop 🙂

    conformity was one of the means by which man became a social animal, and yet progress depends on people who dont conform – so you are on the right track !

  6. mohitthatte said:

    Great post! Cynical but true.

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