Singapore is green! That’s the first thing I noticed about it. But as I go closer to the picture I realize that this green is not just beautiful but well tamed. This green is not wild as the green in India.
This reminds me of an adventurous Philippino friend who once told me that she doesn’t feel excited about visiting Singapore. She said it’s absolutely no fun when you know that you are walking down the bustling streets and nobody will dare to snatch your purse. Everything is so controlled, including your anxieties.
Well there are always two sides of a coin. Being an Indian I value the safety and security threads so well maintained by the Singapore government. Kudos to them! However the evolution of life demands bitter experiences too. The curve of life should be a mishmash of humps and smoothies. That’s how you learn to reflect upon things. That’s the way I want to live it. I mean oceans are meant to have waves. That’s its raison d’ĂȘtre.
Therefore albeit I love Singapore I still miss the wilderness of India.
a journey that starts with one small step, chants the song of life, of individuals and groups, of faces noticed and masked. it begins with an I and ends with us.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Rightly Wrong
I am not the first to feel that I am the right person in the wrong place. I am sure many more feel the same way. The diversity of life always fascinates me and that is one of the reasons why I always make an attempt to feel it more closely. Sometimes the experience is unexpectedly good but most of the time it is average. When I say average I actually try to mean it is like a mixed bag. But whether you like it or not, the experience remains.
I do not see any wrong in walking those extra miles to cross the borders to experience the new. But I move on to the back foot when the new refuses to accept me. It is a little bizarre when I see my need but feel the resistance at the same time. And that’s when I actually start believing I am in the wrong place albeit I am the need of the hour.
So what do I do then? Do I retreat? Do I compromise? Or do I revolt? Well, the answer is not so easy. As long as my experience goes, every human action will not have an equal and opposite reaction. Human experiences cannot be considered as simple or complex mathematical calculations with a static numerator and denominator. Depending on the strength of the experience, how intensely it affects your emotions, you can actually take a decision. But once the decision is taken it is done. Never look back otherwise you may find reasons to regret.
I do not see any wrong in walking those extra miles to cross the borders to experience the new. But I move on to the back foot when the new refuses to accept me. It is a little bizarre when I see my need but feel the resistance at the same time. And that’s when I actually start believing I am in the wrong place albeit I am the need of the hour.
So what do I do then? Do I retreat? Do I compromise? Or do I revolt? Well, the answer is not so easy. As long as my experience goes, every human action will not have an equal and opposite reaction. Human experiences cannot be considered as simple or complex mathematical calculations with a static numerator and denominator. Depending on the strength of the experience, how intensely it affects your emotions, you can actually take a decision. But once the decision is taken it is done. Never look back otherwise you may find reasons to regret.
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