Morose Dialects


“Why are your blogs always so negative? I mean, why do you always focus on what we lack? Why not something that’s absolutely brilliant?”, was what a friend of mine enquired after reading my entries. A snort of derision escaped me. We had quite a squabble. In the end, I suppose he gave up just so I wouldn’t depress him any further by telling him all that was corrupt and wrong with our world.

So I sat down to think about what was good in this world that hadn’t been spoken about before. What wondrous sights were yet to be destroyed by the plague that is mankind? Since I’m quite certain we’ve managed to wreck havoc on most that is worth talking of, I can think of naught. Not one particular topic- but possibly a score of them put together would do.

And so it slowly dawned on me, that we sleep, eat and even wear wonder and complexities! Ever tried making yoghurt the way they do in Indian households? Or learned how to knit or weave? Its almost a eureka moment for me every time. These are things we produce, use and consume. It not made by big machines or sold to us by pushy salesmen. If you’re reading this with a ‘what-on-earth-is-she-talking-about’ expression on your face, then you don’t know what you’ve missed out on laddie!

Yes, I know you intellectual sort are wondering if I’ve done my nut. But before you write me off completely, I implore you- remember the wonder of your childhood. Only those fingers that wield a pen, or rather- type on keyboards for most of their day can truly feel the pleasure of working or rather producing something  with their hands. Ironic isn’t it? Remember painting with your fingers, or building a paper boat or making a birthday card for your parents (because where on earth would get money from at that age??). Remember the summer you learnt how to ride a bike without the training wheels only to realize that you had become a pseudo errand boy for your mother?

Stop reminiscing. You’re just older. Not dead. Quit waiting for your annual vacation to relax.
“Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age the child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.”- Edna St. Vincent Millay

So go ahead, get your hands dirty. Laugh again like no ones looking.

5 thoughts on “Morose Dialects

  1. So full of sadness still. Dust yourself off and start living. Not vicariously, not in moments, not in reminiscence. Its high time you rid yourself from all this excess baggage! (you’re too tiny as is to carry all this weight… :))

  2. We wait for you to emerge out of the dark side at some point.
    Good luck bub!
    You work your brain way too much. Take a step back and just take it easy.

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