Strange beings


We are the only creatures who segregate each other on basis of gender, language, religion, region, skin color, sexuality and everything else and still proclaiming to be together in a world of similar looking creatures. 

Whenever we think like this should have been like that or this person will react like this to that situation, it has most of the time been something very different. Being judgmental about human beings has always ended up being erratic.

Generalizing is human nature but somehow we all feel we are out of the box. Then what does the box comprise of? The summer makes us sad, the rains make us gloomy and the winter makes us lazy. What else are we left with to feel good? We crave for love and then feel claustrophobic if someone starts being too loving and possessive, We crave for food and end up with stomach upset when given too much. We crave for laugh and end up choking ourselves with too much of it. We love to talk and end up ignoring talkative people. We never know the limits but we feel its our duty to make others know what is the limit.

We act strangely to everything still we have reserved for ourselves the right to emoting and we call ourselves the only thinking creatures on earth. This also shows the insecurity that human beings go through by trying to establish at every point of time that they are the best and they are the reason for life and existence.

A best friend fails, we cry and a best friend comes first we still cry because we are never ready to take anything other than what we are expecting and expectations are most of the time not out of the box. There are sets of unwritten rules in the society which people unknowingly follow and still we call ourselves thinking creatures. We close the car window on the face of a beggar and then going to an art exhibition we seem so touched by the photograph of that beggar, still we call ourselves emotional. The men/women who are brave, thoughtful, emotional, kind and honest are considered great beings and are at times even awarded for being so although we have always known that all human beings are so.

The world is strange where God is feared, religion is by birth, education is business, admission is by caste, relationships are for money, sexuality has no choice and humanity is something you need to fight for because that is the least important thing for existence. We believe in grandeur but end up being loud and tacky.

In a world where either you are diplomatic or you are rude, its hard to exist and everyday is a challenge. 



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