Why do we give a damn??
"I am no writer. What I write does not impress anyone. My writings are amateur to many." This attitude pulled me back from writing anything, lot goes around our mind but we don't write it down, WHY? Because we don't give a damn about what we want to do, rather we care about what others wants us to do. I didn't write for a long time, almost never wrote because, I knew I cannot impress anyone but me, so why to write. This attitude holds us back from doing a lot of things we want to do in life.
Mr. Jacob, wanted to wear a superman costume from the time he was 5, He has watched each sequel of the movie more than 10 times, but now he is a cop. Each time he see's a kid with superman costume, he gets jealous and frustrated. Superman costume stay as his unfulfilled desire.
Mr. Matthew, is a stock market broker, very successful, rich and admire by his colleagues. But he is not happy, he is frustrated by his work, he loves IT. but if he quits for a software firm job, what will his parents think about him, his friends and relative, will tell he is a dumb ass. Being a software engineer stays as his unfulfilled desire.
Mr. Lovedeep, likes a girl in his office, she is beautiful and he cannot help himself falling in love with her. He is a reputed lead in the same firm, and she is a beginner. What if other people come to know about this one sided love affair of the boss, his reputation would be spoiled. That beautiful girls stay as his unfulfilled love.
You can very easily relate yourself to Jacob or Matthew or Lovedeep, almost everyone would have been in this situation. They couldn't get what they desired for because they thought more about what others would think rather than what they wanted. A young teenage guy was in railway station with his dad, his dad was old about 60-65 and he was carrying a sack of grain and a dirty bag(Jhola), with him was his son, carrying a backpack, hardly talking to his dad, who's face very well shows he could not carry the sack. Probably he was wondering why his son does not want to help him in carrying the sack. The young teenager is clearly embarrassed by his dad, by the dress he wears, by the dirty bag (Jhola) in his hand and who knows what more. The teenager is embarrassed WHY?? because he thinks that the people in the railway station are watching him and they would think very low of him, if they know with whom he is. But why does he care?? he doesn't know anyone in the railway station. The same is the case with us, we care more about what other people think about us, even if we hardly know the people there.
What others think about us becomes more important to us, then the people we love, honour killing is a best indication of how much people care about other people thought on them. The whole world changes based on the need of other person, we dress to impress others, our perfume are meant to attract others, all we do is to impress our leads, or the people around us or the girl next door. I continued watching them, they started moving as the train arrived, the teenager was walking fast and the old man was trying to keep up with the pace with a heavy sack on his shoulder, and bag(Jhola) on his other shoulder.
It was a crowded railway station, and I was standing between the place where they stood, to the place where the had to catch the train, wearing a white shirt and a khaki coloured pant. As the old man came just across me, he was sweating and I could feel the powerless creature, not able to take a step more. Thou he carried it. Quickly my heart responded, it wanted me to help him, but I couldn't because I cared more about what the strangers would think. Rather than helping the powerless man.
Our life is short, we have to live for what we want to do and what is right for us to do.
Mr. Matthew, is a stock market broker, very successful, rich and admire by his colleagues. But he is not happy, he is frustrated by his work, he loves IT. but if he quits for a software firm job, what will his parents think about him, his friends and relative, will tell he is a dumb ass. Being a software engineer stays as his unfulfilled desire.
Mr. Lovedeep, likes a girl in his office, she is beautiful and he cannot help himself falling in love with her. He is a reputed lead in the same firm, and she is a beginner. What if other people come to know about this one sided love affair of the boss, his reputation would be spoiled. That beautiful girls stay as his unfulfilled love.
You can very easily relate yourself to Jacob or Matthew or Lovedeep, almost everyone would have been in this situation. They couldn't get what they desired for because they thought more about what others would think rather than what they wanted. A young teenage guy was in railway station with his dad, his dad was old about 60-65 and he was carrying a sack of grain and a dirty bag(Jhola), with him was his son, carrying a backpack, hardly talking to his dad, who's face very well shows he could not carry the sack. Probably he was wondering why his son does not want to help him in carrying the sack. The young teenager is clearly embarrassed by his dad, by the dress he wears, by the dirty bag (Jhola) in his hand and who knows what more. The teenager is embarrassed WHY?? because he thinks that the people in the railway station are watching him and they would think very low of him, if they know with whom he is. But why does he care?? he doesn't know anyone in the railway station. The same is the case with us, we care more about what other people think about us, even if we hardly know the people there.
What others think about us becomes more important to us, then the people we love, honour killing is a best indication of how much people care about other people thought on them. The whole world changes based on the need of other person, we dress to impress others, our perfume are meant to attract others, all we do is to impress our leads, or the people around us or the girl next door. I continued watching them, they started moving as the train arrived, the teenager was walking fast and the old man was trying to keep up with the pace with a heavy sack on his shoulder, and bag(Jhola) on his other shoulder.
It was a crowded railway station, and I was standing between the place where they stood, to the place where the had to catch the train, wearing a white shirt and a khaki coloured pant. As the old man came just across me, he was sweating and I could feel the powerless creature, not able to take a step more. Thou he carried it. Quickly my heart responded, it wanted me to help him, but I couldn't because I cared more about what the strangers would think. Rather than helping the powerless man.
Our life is short, we have to live for what we want to do and what is right for us to do.
I am amazed at the thought I had 9 years back. Made me wonder why did I stop writing.
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