I have a peculiarly bad habit of reading labels of products in a rather judicious manner. I have picked up some of my old Blog Titles from Food labels, rear view mirrors and condom packs. This one was on 2 Litre Milk Plastic Bottles; I used for 5 years in Melbourne, black and bold, Best Before XX/XX/XX.
This expression reminds me of all relationships in life, in 41 years of life, I should have known this better. In last 3 weeks, my marriage of 14 years of straight, curvy and bumpy road has come to an almost concluding still. It never seemed like the institution, i was born for, even was I was 19. Having seen multitude of suffocating marriages around me and the regime of a "married" society, I did choose affection over marriage till i gave in one Day. It seemed like the only way to be qualified for a rental house, parenthood and unquestioned sex. What wasn’t made clear that this also came with a huge fine print which beats best investment bankers writing rules of an SIP. Marriages is the world's most organized , most refined Barter trade. While the female commits to her undivided attention, exclusive vaginal access and an option to procreate. In return, she expects physical, emotional, financial security laced with public display of affection and support. In India this trade has evolved to levels lower than the slave trade in early 20th century in Americas. It includes trading off designations, college backgrounds, breast sizes, land area and if that's isn't enough.. skin color. It is also glorified by the rituals, the law and the anniversaries. This trade is just becoming more organized , more complex and with better returns. This transaction however has a "best before" date. Unfortunately, each bottle comes with its own. I wish mine had one too that I read, while waiting for it Aug'97.
Affection is suffocated in our society because essentially we thrive on mistrust.
Human beings are multi layered animals; they have layers of heart...layers of emotions, layers of Hormones and layers of conscience. No matter how much we pretend, we show the layer we live with ....or we are most comfortable with. Once two human beings meet, they discover layer after layer.....one after the other ....they do not just strip clothes but strip conscience and the layers. Just like a game of flash, you may not like, what the "show" is, but layers may be repulsive. How many layers do you have? On the same note, friends are people who have seen most layers and do you have one or more than person who has seen all your layers?.
Intellectual Intercourse must take precedence over Physical one. Wkipedia tells me that “living” is a condition that distinguishes organisms from inorganic objects and dead organisms. So if I am not dead, I have to live. If I am not stationary, I will be moving. Am I? Ask yourself this question, is eating, sleeping, working, talking, writing constitute living. Junk the adjectives as they may mislead, peaceful living, high class living and so on, they have nothing to do with living. To me Living is making an consistent undeterred attempt to bring about a positive change to lives of people around you, in the inevitable journey to death, the change that you will influence is “living”. Living is not reproducing but living is relishing the journey that life is .
So am I living ? Am I Moving On ?
This expression reminds me of all relationships in life, in 41 years of life, I should have known this better. In last 3 weeks, my marriage of 14 years of straight, curvy and bumpy road has come to an almost concluding still. It never seemed like the institution, i was born for, even was I was 19. Having seen multitude of suffocating marriages around me and the regime of a "married" society, I did choose affection over marriage till i gave in one Day. It seemed like the only way to be qualified for a rental house, parenthood and unquestioned sex. What wasn’t made clear that this also came with a huge fine print which beats best investment bankers writing rules of an SIP. Marriages is the world's most organized , most refined Barter trade. While the female commits to her undivided attention, exclusive vaginal access and an option to procreate. In return, she expects physical, emotional, financial security laced with public display of affection and support. In India this trade has evolved to levels lower than the slave trade in early 20th century in Americas. It includes trading off designations, college backgrounds, breast sizes, land area and if that's isn't enough.. skin color. It is also glorified by the rituals, the law and the anniversaries. This trade is just becoming more organized , more complex and with better returns. This transaction however has a "best before" date. Unfortunately, each bottle comes with its own. I wish mine had one too that I read, while waiting for it Aug'97.
Affection is suffocated in our society because essentially we thrive on mistrust.
Human beings are multi layered animals; they have layers of heart...layers of emotions, layers of Hormones and layers of conscience. No matter how much we pretend, we show the layer we live with ....or we are most comfortable with. Once two human beings meet, they discover layer after layer.....one after the other ....they do not just strip clothes but strip conscience and the layers. Just like a game of flash, you may not like, what the "show" is, but layers may be repulsive. How many layers do you have? On the same note, friends are people who have seen most layers and do you have one or more than person who has seen all your layers?.
Intellectual Intercourse must take precedence over Physical one. Wkipedia tells me that “living” is a condition that distinguishes organisms from inorganic objects and dead organisms. So if I am not dead, I have to live. If I am not stationary, I will be moving. Am I? Ask yourself this question, is eating, sleeping, working, talking, writing constitute living. Junk the adjectives as they may mislead, peaceful living, high class living and so on, they have nothing to do with living. To me Living is making an consistent undeterred attempt to bring about a positive change to lives of people around you, in the inevitable journey to death, the change that you will influence is “living”. Living is not reproducing but living is relishing the journey that life is .
So am I living ? Am I Moving On ?
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