Who wins in this life? I mean, who really? Is the person who has never seen loss, of life, limb or love considered to be a success story in this material world? Or the person who has faced the most amount of atrocities life can put them through and still managed to keep their head above the water?
Why is it that we are always in two minds about everything? Should we blame it on the dual nature of our being, the divide between emotional and rational? Is that the only reason that we are always one step away from procrastination? And is procrastination that bad a thing? Unless it turns into an endless spiral going nowhere, leading you nowhere either. We should sit and think everything through, I agree, but there should be an in-build alarm that sets off, a deadline, and the guts to go through with whatever we think we should go through. Life cannot be spent thinking over things, life should be spent doing them. So why is that we don’t? Why is there no alarm, a deadline set, or a time period to our thinking? Why is that we never know when to step on the brakes, and when to floor the pedal? Why is it that we find such joy in procrastinating? Is it the fact that we think things will sort themselves out, or that we will be pushed in the general direction of where we should go by the turn of events as and when they unfold? And does the universe really work like that? And what about the universe? Why does it communicate only in cryptic messages? Why isn’t there a glowing red arrow to tell us where the next stop will be? Why does it not show us clear signs as to what we are supposed to do? Is it there to help us find our way, or to confuse the living shit out of us? And if life is made of the choices we make at any given point of time, then isn’t every mistake an eventuality, and a design of the universe? Because whatever the higher power is trying to do, if there is a higher power that is, is clearly not working out for a lot of people. Sheep don’t need the steering wheel; they need someone to guide them through the valley of darkness. And we are nothing if not sheep. We follow, we don’t lead, we imitate others because we feel their lives are more ‘successful’ than ours. And we live in herds so that we stay safe and render an identity from the collective voice. Then why is the universe trying to empower us by giving us choices, we are clearly inept at decoding them, leave alone understanding them. We are not ready to be empowered, to make our own decisions and walk our own path. We are too scared, of the path ahead; we are too sceptical of our own calls in life and we are too distracted to make sense of an abstract sign from the ever so powerful and knowledgeable energies of the universe. We should be held by our hands, and be lead to our destinations, we will do well just by surviving the journey, leave alone understanding it. Or, we should have clear epiphanies, as to how our life will be if we took a decision. About life, love, career, health, relationships, responsibilities etc. We should be given a manual as to how this life will work, and a choice of whether or not we want to be in it. Every child should get one at the age of 10, and asked to decide. Because, it is not the child’s fault that the parents chose to bring their seed into this world. The offspring should have a choice, a say as to whether it wants to really face the consequences of a choice that the parents made. It’s only fair, isn’t it? Otherwise, all that children are left with are the insecurities that they inherited from the parents and their choice of society, and then the repercussions of their calls in life based on those baggages.
This is what gives birth to procrastination, the inability to live a life that wasn’t our own choice to begin with, and dealing with the results of choices made based on fears, borrowed knowledge and social pressures. No wonder we cant make a bloody decision ever, and be sure about it till later, because we really don’t have much authority on own lives. We are all victims of rational and irrational fears that are handed over to us by our families, society and templated education. Like sheep we follow our parents, sit in classrooms, hang out with peers and then fit into our own respective social atmospheres. We don’t want freedom, we don’t need freedom, what we need is a fixed set of guidelines that tells us what to do, so that we don’t use our brains to think otherwise. Because, we are clearly not getting anywhere with it anyways.
Either that, or we ask ourselves, how long will I keep doing rounds, how long will I keep it on hold and how do I know that it’s not getting too late? Because like everything else, life and it’s events also come with an expiry date.
So, do you remember how hard it was for you to upgrade from Yahoo messenger to Orkut? It was too much of change, was it not? Suddenly you had the power to share your pictures, and see what everyone you knew was up to, and with whom. It was exciting, and confusing, was it not?
And do you remember how extremely confusing it was when you first got your hands on Facebook. So many options, protocols, and above all, the setting seemed to be something you would never be able to get your head around. People were tagging, sharing, writing on walls. And you, the fresher into the world of social networking, was trying to understand why the hell would someone try to make their lives difficult, when there was a simpler option. Some of you might still feel the same, but the current Facebook stats prove that you are a minority now. Then slowly, you got the hang of it. The games, the tags, the likes. It all had suddenly made sense to you. You realized how better it was to have privacy settings, so that ‘Fraadnship’ requests were kept to the bare minimum. And how it is great to have control over you content, to share it with the ones you like, and hide from the ones you don’t. Facebook didn’t make it very easy for you either. Constant changes, in user interface aka ‘how it all looks’, to changing privacy norms aka ‘how come suddenly everyone can see my pictures again?’ phase. But you sailed through just fine. It was like learning something new, something specialized, and you took pride in your knowledge of it. And much before you knew it; you were spending all of your spare time on a site that actually doesn’t have anything of its own. You might still not know, but you had become just as much of a part of the Web 2.0 wave, as you are of the traffic jam you face every day trying to go back home.
But while you were still awed over the fact that people had actually geo tagging their whereabouts, and how great all this really was. Another wave, a much bigger, better and stronger wave was already racing you to the shore. You did see some mentions of it here and there. People taking, news channel mentioning celebrities using it, and possibly tried it yourself once in a while.
Wow, there were so many people here, and they were all saying something, or quoting someone. But why? I’m sure you asked yourself that. Why in the earth would people find this Twitter thing interesting? It’s just words, and links that did not have .com at the end. Why would people choose this, over my precious Facebook where there were games, and pictures, and videos, and likes. This will not fly, you told yourself, while all the people who followed your to Facebook, followed you here. The reaction was never neutral. It was either a fan boy or a cynic.
There were some more, Linkedin aka the place where all the professionals were, Flickr aka where you saw people put up really cool pictures and Youtube aka where videos played. And not in that chronological order either. So as life went on as usual in the farms, and the mafia worlds, there was something that you did not notice. A step forward. A step towards the general evolution in a society, a community. A step towards taking, sharing and creating social responsibilities. A point of view for everyone to see. A step forward from the individual democracy to political democracy. It was step from social networking to social revolution.
And to think, that here, in this country, marketers are still trying to figure out on whether online is the right media mix, is nothing but sheer ignorance.
Okay, before you people judge me, please note that your’s truly is a person of words, a writer by profession, and has never gone through any art training in his life. So apologies to the hurting eyes of the ones with evolved tastes and likings.
But just like singing, and tapping of feet, drawing come naturally to all of us. The good, bad or ugliness is of course individual.
So here are few of my afternoons and evening of nothingness, but an art pad and HB lead graphite pencil 🙂