Keep Your Tracks Off Me

“And as it is for the spring flowers, it is for us...”

In one of the most striking marketing campaigns and the results, Narendra Modi has won – He is the new PM of India. In another not so famous news, a 2 year baby was hurled down by a priest from over a temple building so that 15 odd villagers could catch him, in a barbaric ritual which is said to make the baby lucky and strong enough to overcome life’s challenges.

What I am saying here, is that Life goes on. No matter how much you fret about people and circumstances, you’re never going to live independently unless the system allows you to do so. And it won’t. Deal with it. There’ll be pseudo-secular aspiring political heroes and at the same time there will be religious fanatics with blatantly absurd views. Also, there will be a majority of men who think that the only thing women could do is to cook and keep their beds hot. And there’ll be bureaucrats who defy all that’s humane just to rake in the moolah.

You see, as spring pleases all but stays short, as a lightning enchants with its view but vanishes after a minuscule of time, our lives are divided into phases – joyous, sorrowful, desperate, exuberant, ridiculous, and extreme. How you deal with these situations, and how you deal with such people defines your life.

Does anyone think about what’s the impact on those who get grovelled in this system? Is there any idea how badly all this affects the good natured soul inside us? Who will have a solution to these questions? Yes, Life goes on. Shit happens. But what about the dreams, relations and expectations of the people involved? Has everybody that mechanic prowess to forget everything and move on?

Everybody talks about taking time off, giving yourself moments of freedom, etc. But with all the emotional turmoil and expectations from your circle, can you do this? Can you really take a leap of faith without thinking about anybody or the results? This society is of hypocrites. People say. They don’t do things likewise. Everyone has striking palettes of grey in him. Pretty intelligently, they use it to elongate their existence.

So the next time around, I am not open to any explanations. I will live my life, come what may. And since I am also one of the people hurt by the system, I’ve now learned to carve out exquisite vengeance plans. Keep your tracks off me. All of you.