Where simplicity veils the talent within

It was my another day in metro today. Like any other day of the week, I had boarded the metro to Mandi House Station, near which my office is located. Contrary to the sweat-breaking and noisy crowd of everyday, there were not too many people in the coach I had got into. It was a ladies’ coach full of all kinds of women, young & old, beautiful & ordinary, fashionable & simple. Before me, was seated a lady preferably in her mid 30s, ordinary looking with a mole just above her left eyelid, wearing a black printed dress with cobalt blue polka dots. Ordinary as her looks were, her clothes were simpler with no extra frills or laces adorning her dress as opposed to the unnecessary cuts and laces we find in dresses today. The first impression I gathered, from her dress and looks, about that lady was that she probably worked in a lower management position in some private firm. Her dress, looks and mannerisms were too ordinary to lend any grand impression about her.

But overhearing the conversation between her and the girl sitting adjacently, I realised my folly of underestimating her credentials. The lady gleefully informed the girl that she had completed her PhD in Chemistry and that a book authored by her recently got published. The conversation that continued further surprised me when she showed the book titled ‘Heterocyclic Compounds’ authored by her. While taking out the book from her bag, she informed that the book has also found its place in the library shelves of colleges and schools and that it took her two years to complete her research on the subject she had written in. I saw the glint in her eyes that spoke of achievement that could be attained only after years of hard work while the smile on her lips spoke volumes of adulation she had received on account of constant and consistent efforts. Her words revealed the great deal of knowledge she has about her subject, though her simplicity had veiled the talent within.

I learned a lesson today, thankfully, not the hard way – Simple looks veil the talent within.

I seek peace in isolation

My mother has a strange opinion about relationships. She believes that the moment you are born, there would be someone already created and present whose luck and behaviour would complement yours. That person would, sooner or later, walk into your life to give a holistic feel to your, otherwise, incomplete existence and his manner and wishes would in some way fuel your ambitions and fulfil your desires.

Of the 27 years I have lived on Earth, I have not yet found and met none to make me feel complete and secure. And the couples I see existing by my side, in the neighbourhood I live in, have lent me no reason to believe that relationships are necessary for survival or they can provide the necessary impetus one needs to move ahead in life. Everywhere in the streets or offices, I witness married men secretly ogling at their spinster colleagues with a look and discharge powerful enough to destroy their worth and beauty. Strangely, I do not see my and female (married) colleagues behaving in the same fashion. In fact they seem to have accepted the fact that their fate is sealed and doomed and that they are in no way socially superior to their single colleagues despite constant trials to strike an intimate camaraderie with them.

If this is how relationships mould the outlook of the women involved and turn them into marionettes performing in a theatre, then my only wish is ‘God Save Me.’ Hope He has created none with behaviour and luck to complement mine.

I am alone and happy for I have some goals to achieve and desires to fulfil before my body is burned under the pyre and ashes flown into some river.

The intention to bond with someone of the opposite gender does not fit the frame of my mind for I seek peace in isolation and my heart beats for none other than myself.

I wish to be free of the shackles guised and veiled under the colourful nature of relationships.

 

-Amen

 

 

Life ...

I want to be everything except a vulnerable woman. I strive to be everything except a lost soul. My mind wanders in search of the guiding light that gives meaning to life; instead it remains shrouded in darkness inbound. My heart finds peace in isolation as a child finds solace in her mother's arms. I witness the beauty of nature, but unable to comprehend the ugliness within. I am in search of that 'SOMETHING' that I am unable to define.



I  understand; I misunderstand
I am understood; I am misunderstood
I learn; I unlearn
I remember; I forget
I am the light; I am the shadow
I am the flame; I am the wick
As I live and die every moment of my life.