Vacations are over. I’m
already through a week of college. Yes, I’m in the final year now (graduation,
bitches!). I don’t know how I feel about that. But the best part is that I’m
studying English Literature. Finally! Vacations were a bit disappointing as my
much awaited Himalayan trek got canned. So, for a couple of days I was
cribbing. Most of my time was spent by reading books and watching movies, as
usual. The entire enterprise of socializing didn’t seem appealing and seemed
pretty doomed; hence, the quest to find solace in the fictional world. Also, my
365 Days Project kept me busy; I wrote many letters and postcards throughout my
vacation and I’m still doing that. Somehow it is very self contradictory
-wanting to reach out to people through letters and create a memorabilia and
yet seeming distant from them. But what the hell! Letters make me happy.
There isn’t any specific
reason for this blog post. Just random musings because I wanted to shake things
off. I was pondering over a few things…one of them being the purpose of
literature and fiction. As Josh Radnor had put forth in Liberal Arts – “The
purpose of fiction is to combat loneliness.” I feel it is very profound. I
believe in every ounce of it. The problem begins when I try to find human
equivalents of these characters. Then the eternal fear seeps in – that life
wouldn’t turn out to be like literature. It is said that art imitates life
which in turn transmutes life. But what if life wants to imitate these crazy
imaginations and utopian ideas in our heads? Is that even possible? It is sort
of living in a denial. Does that mean everything that I’m trying to achieve and
the journey to reach somewhere, somewhere that I belong, is all a feeble and a
futile attempt?
Things don’t always work
out in our favour. Mick Jagger has taught me that – “You can't always get what
you want. But if you try sometimes well you might find…You get what you need.”
Life is already complicated enough. And to add to that we have to fight these
existential demons which haunt us and the ghouls of the past. Problems exist
for everyone. They mean different to different people. They are not comparable.
The fact remains that they do exist; we’ve got to find ways to deal with them
and try to feel okay about them.
I’ve been making some
amends…rejuvenating old bonds. It is a universal fact that people drift apart.
It is bound to happen. Everyone differs in their thoughts and has different
perspectives. We need to find a common thread that keeps us tied together.
Everyone has a valid reason for being however they are. Only if everyone was
sensitive and understanding enough to accept people the way they are. The other
day I was having a random chat with a friend on Facebook. I love these random
conversations. It gives you these little moments to understand people and
that in turn defines the closeness and the thought process. It enables us to live
in that very moment which escalates into something larger and
meaningful...something worth living for. I shall wrap up with a quote from the
movie Before Sunrise, this quote speaks volumes and is very thoughtful-
"I believe if there's any kind of God it wouldn't be in any
of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there's any kind
of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone
sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed but who cares
really? The answer must be in the attempt."