I love it when people are angry - they emote without deceit. Similar with dreams; they might be about the craziest of circumstances, but if people we know are a part of any of our dreams, they are dealt with in a raw way. To elaborate, if you were a straight guy and you dreamt about Katrina Kaif you would hardly take a second before smooching her, even in front of a huge audience; and similarly if you hate your boss, you'd probably behead him by the 'Kedavra' spell using your wand without wasting any time in your dream, coz thats how you actually feel about them; though you probably wouldn't behave similarly when you are fully conscious of how you 'should' act in accordance with the 'ubiquitous society'.
Of course I want 'order'. I obviously don't feel Kat should be with half of India, and also don't want more than half of the managers in MNCs to be killed. That would be unjust and stupid. But what I am implying is, at least for a split second, we would accept the importance of unadulterated emotions. Emotions you have, and pretend you don't and vice versa. Similarly, relationships you are actually a part of; and those you are not. And that brings me to 'Hypocrisy'.
Ask a 100 people whether they are hypocrites, and invariably 90 would shake their heads in utter disapproval. Out of them 10 wouldn't even be knowing what it means, so I will ignore them. Now out of the remaining 80 cartoons, lets take a random sample. Say X and Y.
X and I used to board the same cab back home from office till sometime back. Not once did X forget to bitch about a supposed colleague of his who had been taking the cab right into his apartment complex in a remote lane, way adrift the prescribed route (much to X's dismay) till he changed his residence and hence stopped boarding X's cab (much to X's respite). I was the 1st drop for a few days, and was careful enough to get off the cab right on the main road though it engendered a tiring walk of another 10 minutes before I reached my home. As ill-luck would have it, after a month or so, I had to change my residence by a fair distance along the same route, and consequently became the last drop. To my horror, I saw X doing exactly what he loathed; without even a trace of shame, he took the cab almost into the bedroom of his isolated house every single day. Aint this hypocrisy? Please check the dictionary.
Y is a traditional 'Bharatiya Nari', she doesn't take a morsel without seeing her husband's empty plate and spends whatever free time she has, praying. Since his childhood, Y has been preaching about the magical effects of devotion to her son. He blindly accepted everything and earnestly humored her whims. Yesterday he came up to her and announced that he wanted to become a priest; and all hell broke loose in the household. His mother stopped eating, she's been crying uncontrollably for the past 2 days. Tomorrow what would she say to her neighbors? That her son is a mere priest? Yuk! that sucked for her. Now guys, don't tell me this is not the 'H' word.
The fact is, my dear people, you are being a perfect Hypocrite if you say you are not one. And there are no exceptions, not even one. I wholeheartedly accept I am one. Take, for example, the fact that I have hardly spoken more than a few words to some of my 'close friends' here in quite a few days as of now but hardly feel even a tiny amount of difference (and I know they don't as well), but still they are a part of my 'friend list' on Facebook, and will always be. I know I'll forget them when I leave this place as fast as I forgot most of my college buddies who I had swore not to lose touch with once, and still I have no qualms, coz I know its natural, though accepting it is 'mean'.
If we can accept that even an emotion as pure as love is selfish (come on! don't tell me that you would have loved your parents as much you do now had they made you work in a tea shop when you were eight because they were that poor; and that your parents would have loved you as much as they do now coz their child works in a MNC had you been a porn star by choice), then why not accept hypocrisy as much a part of us as the reactions to various external stimuli.
Ouch! that hurt right? Well I am glad I was damn angry when I wrote this, and so these are true, raw words.
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