Life - versatile

Previously, we had tried to explore the very fact about life that is its definition. Now we further explore the LIFE as the most versatile "element" existing, with the word element being mapped to anything that can be emotional, physical being or the very fact that the living beings that have six senses to use, and they are using all of these senses. Peace NOM as some might think that the author is trying to support the theory of "Mercy Death".
So, coming back to the topic, LIFE does have many different colors, and no matter what, wee Indians have adapted ourselves to lead a normal life even when people expect us to react. We are too adaptive to the same, for instance, the recent Mumbai attack on 26th November might be attack on sovereignty and integrity of the people or country at large, or take example of bombings at Bangalore, Delhi, Mumbai, Ahmedabad, Vadodara, Hyderabad, Godhra or Malegaon. The hurt done by these blasts would take time to heal for immediate family of deceased or permanently disabled, but for us AAM JUNTA, the next days after the blast were as normal as nothing wrong had happened, as if nothing wrong can happen, as if life goes on as normal. May be too normal to even have affected by these so called minor incidents. Do we really care about the deceased brave cops of Mumbai? Well I have even forgotten their name. Or do we remember the deceased cop of Delhi Inspector Sharma, who laid down his life when his own daughter was suffering from typhoid and was admitted in hospital when her father took the last breathe?
Life has become too regular, that we are too prone, or should I say willing to adapt to any changes that occur. What if I get slapped by any girl for first time? I would just adapt to it and would never think of that again if that incident recurs. I would never care if I am late to office. Why should I stand in long queue for noble cause of donating blood, when there are so many people in the queue for same, I might eventually get the blood if I require the same. I wouldn’t care to make comments on my boss at his back. I wouldn’t have a second thought before having first sip of MadhuPey. Why should I care to attend the wounded guy in the road when nobody else seems interested to? Why should I make voices of my inner soul heard when no one around seems to do so?
Our life seems to have become slave of our mind that is too materialistic in its approach. We often care about how this girl thinks about us, or what this person might be thinking, or what is that person's perception about me, or what can I do to please my parents or colleagues or seniors. What is in it for me is always teh first response when we encounter any latest news or happenings. It is always I , me, My family, my friends, my this, my that. I don’t remember the last time when I thought of anything that wasn’t related to me. Whenever I look upon a beautiful girl who is single, it is always that what is in store for me. Can she be my friend, mate, spouse, or well Girlfriend. When was the last time I thought of a poor man selling stuffs to meet his 2 end- meals requirements, being out casted by his own blood because he was no longer productive to the family?
A loss of a friend now no longer hurts us. Loss of family does hurt us for a while, and then it just vanishes into thin air, as if nothing wrong had happened to us. And nothing can change the very thoughts that are derived on this very baseline. We just remember the "departed soul" on the yearly bases for a few formalities or often that becomes an excuse for not celebrating a festival.
Let us introspect ourselves. When was the last time, we had real fun. I had, in the previous extended weekend. I bet you can also think of some instances. Lets ponder further, when was the last time, we shouted to our maximum, that our vocal chords allow us to? Well, I have drawn a blank here. Let’s continue with more pondering. When had we celebrated a HOLI without thinking about artificial colors or the tedious task of getting the colors removed from skin? It was at least 10 yrs back for me. When did we do anything good for needy not for the sake of saving our taxes? When did we owed not to speak a lie but eventually ended up saying so? How many of us vow to do something in the morning only to realize that we couldn’t complete the task we vowed to?
Life does seem to be too taken up for granted devil who actually rules us without our ever realizing the same. I don’t even know when I acted as the person I really am. I always end up being a person that others want me to be. In front of family, we become ideal sons/daughters, in front of friends, we become the coolest and most bindaas fellas, in front of a girl, we become the best of the gentlemen (n vice versa for guys). in front of relatives, we become most sober guys ever In front of boss, we become most humble and obedient fellows, and in front of peers we become a hell lotta troublemakers. In front of our sisters, we become most ideal bros and with friends, well, No comments. I don't remember, when was the last time I was just Vivek. I wish I had been ahead of my life, determining the course of my life, deciding what I should do. Well, till then, I, and as generalization, we all are very happy and content driven by the LIFE, and adapting ourselves in due course following closely the footsteps of this ever changing LIFE.
Sayonara