People
I've been busy. Clearly. And only recently did I happen to realize how much I miss blogging! It was an unintended hiatus and I beg for your pardon.
So these past few months are spent in travelling, visiting my homeland, and getting started with my final year at college. For some reason it seems like a promising year, I've grown as a person, coming to terms with the way things are and will always be, I've figured out some of my own priorities and dreams, although for most part it still remains an enigma.
Pretty many thoughts have crossed my mind over this break but given my miniscule-termed memory, it would be an impossible feat to pen them all down separately. So I've decided to categorize these random thoughts under one word "people".
Born quite normal and alike, people grow on to take the shape of this weird and varied lot. It's always been a habit of mine to just gaze at people (not in a creepy way) specially at public places and observe - observe how they all cling to things that feed their sense of worth, how they try to hide their deepest insecurities and how different they are in their demeanor, yet sharing a connection with each other at some level.
People think, people communicate, people are privileged enough to be the creators of their own fate. Why is that so hard to comprehend?
Yesterday a friend informed me about these 2 documentaries that were being screened in town, Yagoon Calling (based on the Punk culture in Burma as of June 2011) and Wariazone (based on the transgenders in Indonesia). It had been quite some time since I'd given my wholehearted attention to a socio-political issue so I was more than willing to join him. Long story short, the movies were good. I'm probably not gonna review them here for my own thoughts on these matters are not concrete. However, what kept striking me for most part of the evening was how different people are, in their beliefs, in their approach to a problem, even in their sense of who they are. I'm no anthropologist, but it wasn't quite hard to gauge the complexity of my race.
Recently some of my friends have been feeling under pressure, a few because they can't get their parents to agree with their choice of a life-partner, a few because they've been trying to excel academically for so long that they're exhausted and want to give up, and a few like me, who just can't figure out what they wanna do next!
If only people could ease-up a little, try to rise above those obsolete social norms, and picture the world in a different light, things could get a lot better.
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Pretty many thoughts have crossed my mind over this break but given my miniscule-termed memory, it would be an impossible feat to pen them all down separately. So I've decided to categorize these random thoughts under one word "people".
Born quite normal and alike, people grow on to take the shape of this weird and varied lot. It's always been a habit of mine to just gaze at people (not in a creepy way) specially at public places and observe - observe how they all cling to things that feed their sense of worth, how they try to hide their deepest insecurities and how different they are in their demeanor, yet sharing a connection with each other at some level.
People think, people communicate, people are privileged enough to be the creators of their own fate. Why is that so hard to comprehend?
Yesterday a friend informed me about these 2 documentaries that were being screened in town, Yagoon Calling (based on the Punk culture in Burma as of June 2011) and Wariazone (based on the transgenders in Indonesia). It had been quite some time since I'd given my wholehearted attention to a socio-political issue so I was more than willing to join him. Long story short, the movies were good. I'm probably not gonna review them here for my own thoughts on these matters are not concrete. However, what kept striking me for most part of the evening was how different people are, in their beliefs, in their approach to a problem, even in their sense of who they are. I'm no anthropologist, but it wasn't quite hard to gauge the complexity of my race.
Recently some of my friends have been feeling under pressure, a few because they can't get their parents to agree with their choice of a life-partner, a few because they've been trying to excel academically for so long that they're exhausted and want to give up, and a few like me, who just can't figure out what they wanna do next!
If only people could ease-up a little, try to rise above those obsolete social norms, and picture the world in a different light, things could get a lot better.
6 precious thoughts..:
People, are the only beings that will remain undefined, for ever.. or we'll have to wait for some other intelligent extraterrestrial to come and study us. because we can study plants and animals but we cant study ourselves..!! ;) :P
@Sriti di, That is such an intriguing thought! :)
Why is it so hard? Because there is a thing called feelings. That screws up all our rational thinking. There are obligations. That defines our priorities. At the end of the day, we choose. Things could get a lot better yes, but it takes courage. Courage to face and accept the changes.
Why is it so hard? Because there is a thing called feelings. That screws up all our rational thinking. There are obligations. That defines our priorities. At the end of the day, we choose. Things could get a lot better yes, but it takes courage. Courage to face and accept the changes.
Why is it so hard? Because there is a thing called feelings. That screws up all our rational thinking. There are obligations. That defines our priorities. At the end of the day, we choose. Things could get a lot better yes, but it takes courage. Courage to face and accept the changes.
Why is it so hard? Because there is a thing called feelings. That screws up all our rational thinking. There are obligations. That defines our priorities. At the end of the day, we choose. Things could get a lot better yes, but it takes courage. Courage to face and accept the changes.
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