It has been over 9 months since I last posted here and when I happened to go thru my blog and the last entry, I couldn't restrain from typing this out. In the previous entry, I spoke about why I hate people and when I'll be at the crossroads. I'm at a small level crossroads at the moment. To give you an insight to it, I'll have to start at the beginning...
I am an Indian. If you are not from India, that's all it'll matter to you, but in my country, that is quite not enough. Next, I am a south Indian. Next, I'm a Tamilian. Next I'm from south Tamil Nadu. And next and next and next, on and on and on it goes. Having portrayed my life in a few characters previously I did fleetingly mention that I have moved around a lot in my childhood. As a result of which I have learnt to blend in with people of different cultures, picked up the basics of a handful of languages, and have developed a respect for each and every different culture. I have mostly been part of a minority and it has never bothered me in any way. Recently however, a few incidents in my college (IIT Bhubaneswar) have bothered me, upset me, frustrated me and reinforced my hate toward people.
People feed on stereotypes and rumors and pass it in even more wondrous states than what they had received it in. Man is judgmental to the extent that he does not wish to confirm and rather chooses to accept anything that comes his way. Man is also utterly stupid that reason has no effect in playing a part of enlightening upon the judgement. And yet again, I do not fall in this category of Men and as a result, tend to look down upon them for being ignorant and vehemently stupid.
My entries are a flow of thoughts blended with emotions given life by words at a particular instance of time in my life. More of a situation when the sub conscious mind surfaces and submerges. I was pleasantly astonished when I dug out my old post considering its relevance now.
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