After creating my account a few days ago, the lazy me is writing just to say that I wish to start with my my first blog. Whenever I come across some good stuff on tv or while reading something-something that initiates a thought process, I say to myself-I will include this in my first blog but it has never happened. Also what do I write - people around me hav joined companies, dhav has his iiml exp to share..and I.., my whole day's routine can be described completely in less than a couple of sentences, and damn, it's the same everyday!
Ok I thought I would disconnect rightaway, but I think I'll stay online for some time. one sensible thing I was watching on tv was a CNN-25 program-on terrorism, which the world (CNN concentrated on europe) faced before 9/11. there was an Israelite female student at Hebrew univ who had lost her right eye in a blast at the uinversity cafetaria. She said, "some times people who don't know me, ask what hapened to my right eye and I say I got exploded. And they are like-how can you joke about it?". she continued smiling, "sometimes it's the only thing you can do." that was touching, it sent a shockwave thru my body. But that's probably the way one must get used to...I remembered Ezra Pound, "Singing is the language you speak after crying stops", not verbatim. It brought to my memory a photograph published in the Times of India after the school massacre in moscow, of a mother carrying a photograph of her son and her daughter, both around 10, in her hands. It has got imprinted in my mind, and everytime brings this surge of feeling whenveer I recall it. I couldn't look straight into her eyes in the photograph. They were filled with pain but I don't think it is because of that I could not face her look. But, the eyes questioned, demanded an explanation from the world and I do not believe anyone can give a satisfactory explanation. It is probably this inability to answer, and even the inability to give some consolation - what consolation a person could give to a mother who has lost two 10 year old children - that makes it impossible to face that look. Isn't every human being responsible, to whatever small extent, till the evil stays in the society?
Amongst other things, the Indian media, as ususal, started whining over "our terrorism, your militancy" attitude of the western media. Above this article, another one (the Times of India)said,"Now London is amongst cities who have faced terrorism, cities like Jeruselam, New York....the list continued without mention of a single Indian city. and they blame the Western media. Phew.
Next blog in the pipeline.
Ok I thought I would disconnect rightaway, but I think I'll stay online for some time. one sensible thing I was watching on tv was a CNN-25 program-on terrorism, which the world (CNN concentrated on europe) faced before 9/11. there was an Israelite female student at Hebrew univ who had lost her right eye in a blast at the uinversity cafetaria. She said, "some times people who don't know me, ask what hapened to my right eye and I say I got exploded. And they are like-how can you joke about it?". she continued smiling, "sometimes it's the only thing you can do." that was touching, it sent a shockwave thru my body. But that's probably the way one must get used to...I remembered Ezra Pound, "Singing is the language you speak after crying stops", not verbatim. It brought to my memory a photograph published in the Times of India after the school massacre in moscow, of a mother carrying a photograph of her son and her daughter, both around 10, in her hands. It has got imprinted in my mind, and everytime brings this surge of feeling whenveer I recall it. I couldn't look straight into her eyes in the photograph. They were filled with pain but I don't think it is because of that I could not face her look. But, the eyes questioned, demanded an explanation from the world and I do not believe anyone can give a satisfactory explanation. It is probably this inability to answer, and even the inability to give some consolation - what consolation a person could give to a mother who has lost two 10 year old children - that makes it impossible to face that look. Isn't every human being responsible, to whatever small extent, till the evil stays in the society?
Amongst other things, the Indian media, as ususal, started whining over "our terrorism, your militancy" attitude of the western media. Above this article, another one (the Times of India)said,"Now London is amongst cities who have faced terrorism, cities like Jeruselam, New York....the list continued without mention of a single Indian city. and they blame the Western media. Phew.
Next blog in the pipeline.
1 comments:
Rahul, you wrote about a Hebrew Univ student who lost her eye, and commenting on how she jokes abt the same.
We frankly have no idea about the pain tht she must be feeling while even saying tht single statement. This is something tht only she can understand and no one else. I dnt know y ppl get curious to ask such questions, ppl who are strangers to us.
I remember a colleague of mine in Diploma, he was suffering from Polio, and so had trouble walking. I never had the guts to ask him anything about it. And i never did untill one day when he himself spoke abt it. For me it was something personal, the very reference of which must bring him so much pain internally, the pain tht he cannot show outside and will never show outside and also it was none of my business. I had no right to disturb him, i had no right to make him feel the pain tht he has tried to overcome for the last god knows how many years, i had simply no guts and no right infact to do such a thing just to curb my curiosity.
Pain in something that we all feel and something tht we all have to live with. Its different for different people, for different situations with different ways of handling the same.
For some its difficult, while for some they find a way out of it. But how so ever it is u always need tending to it.
When a child falls down, the very first reaction is tht he cries. Y? because he wants to tell the world that i am hurt and i need someone to tend to me.
Now that is pain which can be tend to by anyone, but still he prefers to be tend to by his Mother, because he knows that she is the best person right now to understand his pain, and when she will tend to me, she surely will take care that i am comforted in the process.
Now dont we live with the same security always, whenever we are hurt or disturbed, we always want someone to listen to us, someone whom we know that he knows us, understands us, cares for us, trusts and in short someone whom we call our Friend.
Isnt this the best way to comfort yourself, or is there any other way to find solace. Nothing that i know of, but then arent there certain things which happen to you and are so personal to you that you just cant share it with anyone. But then somehow you have to get over it. Then whom do you talk to, just think... dont you start talking to yourself. Dont you keep thinking about it all the time, dont you start listening to music to calm yourself down whenever you go overloaded with all that thinking going on in your head. But then why do you keep hurting yourself. This way you actually become insensitive to that pain. So you are not overcoming that pain but you are just ignoring it and settling your mind to actually become insensitive to it.
I dont think there is any other way more harsh than this to treat your own self. Whom are you trying to fool?? The world??? or Yourself???
Running away from it is the worst thing that you can do about it. You do find ease, you do find solace but only temporary. One day somewhere, sometime it will come back and hit you so hard that it will become inconsolable. We dont understand this, infact we dont think about this at that time, because the only thing we think about is how to just get rid off the pain. But sincerely frnd, you are doing no good to you.
It is much more better to cry about it, speak about it, share about it than to actually close it within yourself. This is one biggest learning that i have got from my group. Cry it out dude, or else you will keep crying about it your whole life. Events occur, situations come such that we are remembered about the pain anytime, anywhere. Thats is where the real test of life is, that is actually when the real test of you is. Signing off..."ME"
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