Sunday, May 2, 2021

Restriction

So tell me, someone who is down the straightest path possible, a foolish lost person, a robot having zero connections with their insides the best kid?

Restriction is the correct way of living, until its not.
When we just start making sense of world, by then, we are already conditioned with a long list of protocols. To make a small person, civilized, I am definitely not against that idea. Teach them how to be better, but don't just shut every idea in their mind. Don't tell them that their sole purpose of existence is to make their creators not ashamed of them. Too harsh! Sorry, I know I need to dial it down.

I cannot count the number of times when I said that I don't want to do something and I was told that mind is a misguided reckless horse and you need to reign it at all times and never let it be free. 
  • You want to do something in school, restrict and don't indulge in mischief, because that's what bad kids do. 
  • You want to be creative at home, restrict because you don't want to be messy kid who needs to be set right. 
  • You want something, restrict yourself from asking for it, because you don't want to be those bad mannered kids who throw themselves on the shop floor and cry their lungs out. They are a shame to their parents. 
  • You want something which kids your age are bringing, restrict because you should be grateful for having things you already have, as your parent didn't even have those. 
  • You want some cosmetic, like nail color or lip color, restrict because that's what fashionista girls do, not the studious good girls. Not to mention the culture part. 
  • You are falling in love with someone, restrict and fall in love with opposite sex only and while you are at it check if all the caste religion mandates are in place. And it would be so much better if you restrict yourself from thinking about love, etc, because your parents will find someone for you when they think you are good to go.
  • You want to be tired and not do something, you cannot, because you don't want to be loser. 
  • You want to step out of the house for a while, make sure you wear something that is displayable but don't be modern. Stick to cultural roots.
  • You want to learn to cook, you shouldn't because that is a skill for skill less. 
  • You resort to eating outside food, then restrict and arrange for healthy home made food, because there is nothing like it. 
  • You are eating too much, you are eating too less. 
  • You want a dress, then you should first get that body, so restrict yourself and get into "desirable" shape.
  • Now you are marriageable age, restrict from dreaming too much, switch on the soap opera mode, be happy about marriage and new life. Yay, exciting!
Restrict and live a happy, pre defined, calculated life, because that's the only way to do it, no wait, correct way to do it. Restriction is good, discipline is good, the kid who breathes as per parents permission is good. Wow there are only so little ways to be in the good category, and so many people. And that is the only category you need to be longing for, struggling to be in, or you might as well be in junkyard. Every aspect of life should be very calculated, pre-defined and restricted within acceptable bounds. Because you know, be happy, don't "restrict too much", because your parents are struggling day and night to provide. The least they can expect is a happy kid, according to their convenience.

Restriction is good, until it becomes a mental disorder and the person feels remorse for doing something they want, as menial as listening to a song which they like. Restriction is glamourized, hence the diet culture, so insidiously weaved in the system. The remains of the person are incapable of making any choice. A person who fails to look inside. A person who cannot breathe without validation from others. A person who sits on the pedestal at all times, and will break but cannot come down. They say that child artists have it difficult, I say a lot of us do, but our suffering isn't documented and released in million dollar movies. But thank you to those, who chose to speak about it, I really thank them because as the world goes they gave us the voice. The icons, the artists, made us feel that it is not ok to keep living like this, there are invisible chains, we cannot see them, but they are hurting more than just physically. Thank you, to all the people for stripping vulnerable in front of gazillion people, they shared their stories otherwise who is going to read this. No one would have known. 

Few 'Happily Ever Afters' Ago

I am kind of starting to understand why people miss their school days.

When I left school I was so glad that it was finally over. I couldn’t wait for it to finally be over. I was excited and looking forward to things and events that were to occur in my life. Now that the school is over, I can finally be rich, I can finally fall madly in love and finally live happily ever after. Apparently, being underage was the only thing that was keeping me from all the success that was already mine. And that hiccup is taken care of, I could not wait to live my life. Obviously, money, and being madly in love were the only things that define the status of a person, how they will be looked up by the society. And how you are looked upon, and if you are deeply respected or not are the only things that matter.


Something irrelevant to the topic : I stopped writing blogs at all for a lot of years because someone very close to me at that time pointed out tons of grammatical mistakes in my work. My brain decided to stop for two reasons,

1. one, it is futile to do anything if you aren't excellent at it, and

2. two, it is shameful to make so many mistakes. Hence, the sane choice is to leave it.


Back to the topic, I went to college because it was the first step, and the first step is everything that mattered. Guess what, I did not land on the right foot then. People kept telling me that its ok, nothing is do or die. To me they were all mediocre, rather failures who did not achieve anything worthwhile and therefore they are just convincing themselves to stay alive, which according to me was a very pointless effort. Me, I am a fighter, if I did not get it my way and I will die. All this exhilarating energy made me sick. I have no capacity for adjustment, bye bye love life of my dreams. My belief does not have something like "second chances and trying" in its catalogue. I am too high and mighty to try something again, bye bye successful career with money. My beliefs, made me sick mentally and physically. Failing a few relationships and job opportunities, snatched me of the hope. Hope, that I will have a great life. Amidst all this I went back to school for some random reason, and I walked the same pavement which we used to all the time, back in school days. That pavement reminded me of the hope and vision I used to have. That was very nostalgic, it filled my heart, I smiled for no reason. My heart was so full and then I realized that this is what people miss about childhood and school days.


I am a person who lives in the past. Not the good one. I am very disconnected to my present and my reality. I am so worried and so jealous all the time. I keep regretting the things that I couldn't do and resenting the ones that weren't done for me. I don't know how to be happy. Happiness doesn't come easy to me. Everything seems stupid and meaningless. God! How I, long for genuine laughter, if I ever get one, then I can feel some untouched muscles moving in me. I want to do big things, I am not sure if they are truly my dreams, or my programming code asking me to be great at any cost. What is it? I am unsure of my dreams, I am too tired to try, I am jealous of the ones getting what is the ideal definition of success. Anyways, coming back to the title, in short, I was happy few happily ever afters' ago and now I don't know what I should be feeling.


Everyone fails relationships, everyone fails somewhere in their lives, is everyone just pretending to be the way they are and living pretend happy lives, am I failing at pretending too?