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Don't Blog About It


However much technology advances, one of the things I’d say is the greatest gift received by humankind, is our ability to communicate verbally. The phenomenon by which the words are ringing in my brain as I type them, and in yours as you read them, is one that strikes me dumb every time I think about it. But we are a rather selfish kind. Any gift bestowed upon us, we invariably and easily manage to misuse it. And it’s no different with words. It was a couple of weeks back, I think, when an argument I had with one of my classmates ended with these words: “I’m sorry now, don’t go blog about it”. And those stinging words got me thinking.

Our magnificent world is filled with 7.6 billion people, and we will never know what is going through each of their minds at any given second. Picture yourself on the busy streets of Malleshwaram on a Saturday evening. When you look straight ahead of you, you spot a bald man in a checked shirt carrying a seemingly heavy bag filled with fruits. Now this man, he could be anybody. He could simply have chosen to stop by the market to grab some fruits for salad in the evening, or he could be on the way to the hospital to visit his dying wife. Right behind you is a young girl, probably in her teens, wading her way through the crowd, her eyes searching for something. Now this girl, she could be anybody too. She could be looking for a shop that sells her favourite shade of wristbands, or she could be a lost soul wandering miles away from home and trying very hard to find some familiar face.

As random as these people seem, so random are their emotions. When you say something without giving it a thought, you risk putting a person back into the same stream of darkness that they worked tirelessly towards getting out of. ‘Look serious, look like someone died’. What if someone really had died? ‘You look so depressed, it’s depressing’. Well, she probably is depressed and she’s pretty sure you don’t care enough for it to depress you.

My teacher gave me the difficult task of picking a team to work with today. One of my friends declared that I should work with his team, and my happiness knew no bounds. The problem lay in his teammates. The first one was explicitly displeased, insisting that the fourth should be someone else. Intently watching him give sugarcoated reasons like ‘proximity is an important factor for a project like this’, I noticed that not even for a split second did he catch my eye. I was seated in between 2 of my good friends. One guy a definite member of the team, and the other my definite replacement. For one torturous second, I heard my first friend readily agreeing to the proximity coefficient and the second eagerly waiting for the verdict. And for that one single second, I went back to my dungeon-like school classroom, my eyes filled with visions of my uniform-clad classmates cornering me, and my ears booming with their derogatory laughter. And god damn it, I blogged about it.


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PS: I’m sorry about this one, words are all I have.

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