It was just a fine summer day when my friends and I were heading for tuition. Just a normal day. But you know, it was one of those days when everything is going fine but then suddenly one small thing changes everything. And no, it wasn't one of those life changing moments where someone close to me decided to meet God or I won a lottery or anything as such. In fact now that I think of it, it really made an impact on the way I think.
My friends and I were walking on the sky walk eager to reach soon. As far as I remember, we were talking about cartoons. I doubt whether any of my friends saw what I had seen that day. Maybe they hadn't but I think even if they did, they wouldn't discuss about it openly. Even after reaching my tuition on time I couldn't get the image of what I had witnessed out of my head. I guess I was simply over thinking it but I just couldn't stop. There were three of them. Three girls who looked as old as I am but I guess they were far more matured than I am at this age. Those girls were dumb, they couldn't speak. They were having a conversation about something that I would never understand unless I took a class for sign language. But I noticed one thing. The girl who expressing her thoughts and stories by sign language spoke about it with so much love and passion that it surprised me. And I didn't pity them because they had accepted just the way they were. I could see it with my own eyes that their disability to speak did not worry them anymore.
The very next day a girl from my school came crying towards me because a teacher had shouted at her for speaking during his lecture. After telling me about everything that had happened she started babbling about she will never use her voice again and how she simply wants to die. I couldn't help but think that those girls who I had seen just the day before would be so happy to actually voice their thoughts out loud instead of acting them. Neither could I stop thinking about how the girl from school said that she wanted to die. How can she say that in vain? How can she even think about dying when there is a baby who is just a day old fighting for his life? How can she when someone out there is fighting cancer and other life threatening diseases? How can she think about dying when thousands, lacs, crores or more people are dying due to starvation? How can she think about committing suicide when a teenage girl out there is fighting her inner demons? How could she not notice how lucky she was to have a life with more than what she needed? How could that cruel thought even cross her mind when only a few things were wrong in her life and that too because of her own doing?
We don't even realize how lucky we are. We keep asking for more than what we already have. Why can't we be content for once? Why can't we be happy with what we have? I'm pretty sure that those girls would love to have a voice and the patients would love to live another day. I'm sure that the starved man in the subway would love it if someone offered him food or even money to buy food. I know that the depressed girl wants to live freely without harming herself another day. And I am pretty damn sure that your parents that you love so much would miss you after you are gone. You still want more? You still want to die?
The acceptance should start from within. I don't expect anyone to go around spreading joy but all I need is for someone to make a start. I just need someone who is happy and content with what they have. And then maybe, just maybe, it will spread just like the plague and all we will have on this earth would be happy and content souls.
My friends and I were walking on the sky walk eager to reach soon. As far as I remember, we were talking about cartoons. I doubt whether any of my friends saw what I had seen that day. Maybe they hadn't but I think even if they did, they wouldn't discuss about it openly. Even after reaching my tuition on time I couldn't get the image of what I had witnessed out of my head. I guess I was simply over thinking it but I just couldn't stop. There were three of them. Three girls who looked as old as I am but I guess they were far more matured than I am at this age. Those girls were dumb, they couldn't speak. They were having a conversation about something that I would never understand unless I took a class for sign language. But I noticed one thing. The girl who expressing her thoughts and stories by sign language spoke about it with so much love and passion that it surprised me. And I didn't pity them because they had accepted just the way they were. I could see it with my own eyes that their disability to speak did not worry them anymore.
The very next day a girl from my school came crying towards me because a teacher had shouted at her for speaking during his lecture. After telling me about everything that had happened she started babbling about she will never use her voice again and how she simply wants to die. I couldn't help but think that those girls who I had seen just the day before would be so happy to actually voice their thoughts out loud instead of acting them. Neither could I stop thinking about how the girl from school said that she wanted to die. How can she say that in vain? How can she even think about dying when there is a baby who is just a day old fighting for his life? How can she when someone out there is fighting cancer and other life threatening diseases? How can she think about dying when thousands, lacs, crores or more people are dying due to starvation? How can she think about committing suicide when a teenage girl out there is fighting her inner demons? How could she not notice how lucky she was to have a life with more than what she needed? How could that cruel thought even cross her mind when only a few things were wrong in her life and that too because of her own doing?
We don't even realize how lucky we are. We keep asking for more than what we already have. Why can't we be content for once? Why can't we be happy with what we have? I'm pretty sure that those girls would love to have a voice and the patients would love to live another day. I'm sure that the starved man in the subway would love it if someone offered him food or even money to buy food. I know that the depressed girl wants to live freely without harming herself another day. And I am pretty damn sure that your parents that you love so much would miss you after you are gone. You still want more? You still want to die?
The acceptance should start from within. I don't expect anyone to go around spreading joy but all I need is for someone to make a start. I just need someone who is happy and content with what they have. And then maybe, just maybe, it will spread just like the plague and all we will have on this earth would be happy and content souls.
You write really really well... 'Mesmerized'. *_*
ReplyDeleteThanks a ton! :))
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