Range of Adaptability

“How strange we are?

How impatient we stretch?

For what was once a sight we sought;

Has now turned into a means of regret.”

In those four lines, I attempt to capture the candor of my thoughts. These past few days have led me to a gradual and painful insight into giving credit to the power of adaptability. I do not intend to be vain, but look around will you?

The mere thought of adapting to a situation slightly unpleasant only incites a barrage of poignant lamenting and wistful complaining by people around me. Such company and reaction confounds me. Even more so now. The world is crumbling around us as I type this, and all you could care about is how the mess food isn’t up to your precise taste? Really, woman?

I do understand that you hail from royalty (at least that is what you fiercely portray), but to constantly crib about the tiniest of things not going your way not as means to vent, but as a means of vehemently amassing majority in agreement is absolute childishness. Give yourself some credit for having survived 25 years on your own in this ruthless world, and stop being a baby about things that are, for want of no better word TRIVIAL. Yes trivial, darling! The world doesn’t owe you anything and your sense of entitlement from life is just a hapless cry for attention. There is more to it that your daily 16 hour routine.  We are better and bigger than what we eat, wear or appear.

Read, educate and inspire

Read to know what the world is about, read to know what we are and what our real purpose is, read to feel freedom in your existence, read to be opinionated on issues that really matter and read again to not be ignorant. Because only when you’ve read enough can you educate and remotely inspire people to NOT waste whatever time we have left on amassing useless unison on issues that are really not EVERYTHING. Only when you STAY WOKE (is what the millennials now call it) you will see how you come across to others, when you complain about lack of entertainment and improper nutrition. Because the fact that you have food on your plate, accounts for something in this world. The fact that you casually fat shame and name call people even as a means of unburdening your frustration, is atrocious behavior. The fact that you think you’re funny when you’re sly commenting on people relationships is just sad. Especially at a time when women need to pick women up, instead of pulling women down. And this could only be because you haven’t read the right content or had the right conversations. Had you imbibed something remotely rational from your precocious experiences, your opinions could be deemed worthy of actual listening. Right now, you are just mere human expressions of virtual EMOTICONS.

You fascinate and irk me in equal measure. YOU, the educated, intellectual, self complacently beautiful, blessed and privileged section of the society : uttering phrases about “How someone so ugly can be loved?“, “How the food is so bad that it isn’t even beggar feeding worthy?“, “How you question people’s choices without even knowing them, let alone their stories?” – your ignorance and lack of adaptability infuriates me less and saddens me more. What then can we expect of people who are not exposed to a world of media and factuality, if this is all that YOU have perceived from your environment?

DO NOT then question humanity and tut tut when your bleak brain manages to absorb one gruesome attack in the world, from the word of mouth of another ignorant person. DO NOT then share Facebook posts about the mediocrity of Fair and Lovely being a sham when in your vain little head you believe that a “Kaala” person is not worth loving. DO NOT then pretend to deserve medals for your accomplishments when you cannot value a food morsel that half the world is dying for. DO NOT then call yourself Doctors when all you can think about is how inconvenient this world is to your weak little minds. DO NOT then speak of few comforts when you have been ENRICHED in ways your obtuse eyes cannot see.

This negativity that you spew everywhere you go, this constant need for acknowledgement for whatever little effort you put, this habitual complaining about things not going right, has got to end. The problem begins with YOU and YOUR lack of exposure.

Having an education amounts to nothing if you cannot educate yourself on what is real and meaningful. For this century and this time, Ignorance Is Bliss doesn’t cut it. It’s not even cute or adept. Use your social media to not portray what you can be, but to actually be more than what you could be. Because at the end of the day, if some of your lunches are not about lengthy debates on issues of feminism, misogyny, patriarchy, ethical and racial discrimination happening around the world, your illusionary bubble needs to burst. And for the sake of those around you – kindly do not have loud uncalled for panel discussions on the amount of curd in the buttermilk. They are futile unless you are actually willing to do something about it.

Finally, if for some reason you cannot bring yourself to do any of the above, then at the least adapt to a situation/environment that is not simulated to be your home.