Chaos

In this universe seemingly populated by people, all you can find is noise, pollution, haphazard movements, aimless motivations, unknown intentions, speeches that make no sense, tasks that can never be fulfilled because most of us are just not happy doing it. Being an Indian comes with a burden, a burden of expectations. This many times distracts the actual intention of someone, what he could do with his life? Many times it so feels that dreams, where one is successful are the reality and the reality where one is a failure is a nightmare. All that someone could hope is like any other nightmare this one too, would end soon. Perhaps, sooner if one could be strong enough to take decisions. 

Discussion with one of my roommates made me realize how much damage Englishmen have done to us. They have fed us and our minds to be a slave, earlier we were to them now we are to the expectations of anyone who is above us. We no longer take decisions for ourselves, and we are plain coward to be one who does. Nobody takes decisions now, at-least not as soon as protection layers are beyond the question. After a period of time, we simply accept this simple life, where all we can do is complain. Our minds become nothing more than a trash box where we can’t think beyond, we can’t think out of the box. 

And because we can’t think we do without a thought, we talk without a thought, we do not tend to improve and we become rigid according to the reality. Reality with an adverse effect on us makes us someone not ready to accept, not ready to discard and we all collide with each other, we fight unnecessarily and all that remains is chaos, being a part of which we reach nowhere, whole lifetimes are spent in that chaos and there are moments of happiness amongst spans of sadness, while life was meant to be other way round. 

Truth would never become reality, we will accept, wear, show whatever we fancy and in the end amongst a bunch of fools we try to be the one who is coolest. How lonely we are, we can’t sit and talk to ourselves, we need someone, always who would remind us of our greatness, who would tell us that we are the ones who could bring about a change. And I ask why? Have we nothing better to do? Can’t we even feel that we are breathing, we are being alive? In this frenzy we will possibly never ever realize that. All our efforts, lifetimes are spent, not in improving anything sensible but profit, financial status and anything showy, and all we can do is complain, we just don’t improve neither do we intend to, being an Indian, such a lazy race we are, and I blame none, because this chaos, we inherit and it will take a lot of time for us to bring order to it.