Hey, there!
Let me get to the point straight. It was just another day at college, until two homo sapiens(read as: celebrities) decide to visit the college for reasons best known to all. A plethora of vogue, enthusiasm, novelty or berserk frenzied atmosphere envelopes around. I find people crazily excited about meeting the homo sapiens, capturing photographs with them, possessing an autograph and so on and so forth.
As usual, my interest shifts towards these people. How something as simple as two-fellow-homo sapiens brighten their day up to that magnitude. Who says we are greedy? We do value our fellow beings after all, now who come under the categorization of 'our fellow beings' is all together a different story though. What is it about people on TV? Kind attention: I'm not against them but plain curiosity.
They flock to the venue where the "celebrities" are expected to arrive. Camera, check. Loud voice, check. Out shines the sun as fiercely as it possibly could, but they don't give up yet. Their aim is to meet the "celebrities", such dedication, must be applauded.
Meanwhile, I gaze around, I catch a glimpse of other homo sapiens seated comfortably, far away from the frenzy crowd. Calm, composed and unaffected by the craziness around. What a relief, there, my kind of people. The crowd mentality has never been my thing. But then, what will one achieve by being like the rest of them? Just as the 0.1% difference in our genes sets us apart in terms of physical and behavioral patterns, likewise, it is the 0.1% of the people who decide to take a different path, a new turn or an opposite direction who stand out from the rest of the 99.9% of the indistinguishable. And I'm glad I belong to the former. Proud, very proud.
In more instances than one, I've come to realize this: being different always develops questions in one's mind. Why? Why not stay at a place?Why not go with the flow? Why not do what everyone does? Why not take the safer path? Why not stay in the comfort zone? Why? Because one can always come home. Because one can always return to the safer path. One can always trod the path taken by millions. But to be able to take that risk, that extra step, more so even, that bizarre idea, the uncertainty of it all is what will fill you with heart warming happiness. In the least, that is what happens to me, that is what I crave for.
I fall in love everyday. Every single day. When a stranger sees me laugh at something happening at a distance, when he/she looks for it too, and then a mild smile adorns their lips, they smile back at me, slyly thinking how little a thing I laughed at. That's when I feel alive. But the crowd? The crowd says don't talk to strangers, don't look at them, don't smile at them, not a good gesture. No, no, no. What about the "celebrities" then? How much do you know them? But you seem to fall in love with them, wait for them, crave for them, at the extreme even die for them. I don't get it, my fellow homo sapiens. I just don't get it.
The crowd abhors the sweet sweet sound of the violin. Such a death beat, they say. I chose to stay reticent. I do not agree with the crowd, therefore, I do not argue. Violin, to me, is the epitome of music, in its purest form, un-misted by love or dislike, just as it is, healing wounds, wounds that are deeper than the eyes could ever see, wounds that were left uncured. Most would pen down at any time of the day. The 'most' signifying the crowd. But 2 am is for the poets, for those who long to write about something that doesn't even exist. For me.
I am different from you. I am a lot of different things meanwhile. As much as I want to, I cannot be the story in your book. I, endear my own book. A book that the crowd cannot begin to fall in love with but assumes to have already been in love with. While the crowd searches for fame, I search for little souls, writing, drawing, unaffected by the overrated stuff around: you, are beautiful.
© Deekshita Srinivas 16th February '15
Let me get to the point straight. It was just another day at college, until two homo sapiens(read as: celebrities) decide to visit the college for reasons best known to all. A plethora of vogue, enthusiasm, novelty or berserk frenzied atmosphere envelopes around. I find people crazily excited about meeting the homo sapiens, capturing photographs with them, possessing an autograph and so on and so forth.
As usual, my interest shifts towards these people. How something as simple as two-fellow-homo sapiens brighten their day up to that magnitude. Who says we are greedy? We do value our fellow beings after all, now who come under the categorization of 'our fellow beings' is all together a different story though. What is it about people on TV? Kind attention: I'm not against them but plain curiosity.
They flock to the venue where the "celebrities" are expected to arrive. Camera, check. Loud voice, check. Out shines the sun as fiercely as it possibly could, but they don't give up yet. Their aim is to meet the "celebrities", such dedication, must be applauded.
Meanwhile, I gaze around, I catch a glimpse of other homo sapiens seated comfortably, far away from the frenzy crowd. Calm, composed and unaffected by the craziness around. What a relief, there, my kind of people. The crowd mentality has never been my thing. But then, what will one achieve by being like the rest of them? Just as the 0.1% difference in our genes sets us apart in terms of physical and behavioral patterns, likewise, it is the 0.1% of the people who decide to take a different path, a new turn or an opposite direction who stand out from the rest of the 99.9% of the indistinguishable. And I'm glad I belong to the former. Proud, very proud.
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| Painting by Cristina Troufa |
In more instances than one, I've come to realize this: being different always develops questions in one's mind. Why? Why not stay at a place?Why not go with the flow? Why not do what everyone does? Why not take the safer path? Why not stay in the comfort zone? Why? Because one can always come home. Because one can always return to the safer path. One can always trod the path taken by millions. But to be able to take that risk, that extra step, more so even, that bizarre idea, the uncertainty of it all is what will fill you with heart warming happiness. In the least, that is what happens to me, that is what I crave for.
I fall in love everyday. Every single day. When a stranger sees me laugh at something happening at a distance, when he/she looks for it too, and then a mild smile adorns their lips, they smile back at me, slyly thinking how little a thing I laughed at. That's when I feel alive. But the crowd? The crowd says don't talk to strangers, don't look at them, don't smile at them, not a good gesture. No, no, no. What about the "celebrities" then? How much do you know them? But you seem to fall in love with them, wait for them, crave for them, at the extreme even die for them. I don't get it, my fellow homo sapiens. I just don't get it.
The crowd abhors the sweet sweet sound of the violin. Such a death beat, they say. I chose to stay reticent. I do not agree with the crowd, therefore, I do not argue. Violin, to me, is the epitome of music, in its purest form, un-misted by love or dislike, just as it is, healing wounds, wounds that are deeper than the eyes could ever see, wounds that were left uncured. Most would pen down at any time of the day. The 'most' signifying the crowd. But 2 am is for the poets, for those who long to write about something that doesn't even exist. For me.
I am different from you. I am a lot of different things meanwhile. As much as I want to, I cannot be the story in your book. I, endear my own book. A book that the crowd cannot begin to fall in love with but assumes to have already been in love with. While the crowd searches for fame, I search for little souls, writing, drawing, unaffected by the overrated stuff around: you, are beautiful.
© Deekshita Srinivas 16th February '15