Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Labels don't define us

When a child is born, they never come out with labels. It’s the society that teaches the child to differentiate people according to the labels. A child is taught to call others with label and is taught to be a label. Black, white, tall, short, all these are just the labels. What would one be if the society never gave them a label? People would be one. There would be just one race – humanity.
 Labels are always with us. It is up to us whether to go with it or abandon it. Every corner we turn, we hear them. From birth the society, world force feeds us these labels. Eventually we all swallow them. We learn to digest and accept it. Whoever we are is not just how we look. These labels blind us from seeing who one really is.  Instead it teaches us to see them through our judgmental eyes.
Once we choose to accept the label and use the label, we create division. Where there is division, there is conflict. Conflict gives rise to war. There are differences all around because people choose labels. They choose to view people on how they perceive others to be and not on how they actually are.
The ever continuing conflict between blacks and whites started because of a label. It is not our differences that divide us. It’s our inability to accept, recognize and celebrate those differences. So what if someone is black or white, Irish or Asian? They are still humans who share the same red blood. We share the same feelings, thoughts. The piano keys are black and white. But when we play them together it sounds like a million different colors. When we choose labels, we are choosing smallness over greatness, conflict over peace. As it is said, united we stand and divided we fall. Together we can stand against it.
The moment we see a person, we start judging them. We judge and give them a label. We don’t stop to think that some other might be doing the same to us. We are so into getting and giving labels that we don’t realize its effects. We don’t realize what it is doing to us. No matter how modern we claim our society to be, we are going backwards. Even though we claim to have a degree or have pursued a career we still have not been able to get over labels. It has been in our society for such a long time that we don’t even know how to exist without it. We have accepted it as a way of our life. Everyone is different. They are unique in their own ways. If everyone is to be same, we would lose our identity. Our identity stays intact because of our uniqueness.
No baby is born racist. Yet every baby cries when they hear the cry of others, no matter the gender, color or culture. It proves that we are meant to connect and care for others. So, let’s blur the lines between us. Let’s forget that the borders even exist. Human beings weren’t meant to be slapped with labels. We accept labels so easily without even doubting them. But labels are not you and labels are not me. Labels are labels. We are meant to be free. We need to remove these labels and stop thinking small to be free. Then, we will be able to see others as they truly are.

Monday, June 27, 2016

Loneliness hurts

People are alone when they are born. They are alone when they die and all the times in between. Life has taken a turn. It has changed me from who I was to who I am. I don't even recognize the person I have become. From that happy go lucky person, I have become this one hell of a mess. I don't know what's going on in my life. I don't know what to do with my life.
  One moment everything is good and the next every thing comes crashing down. I am tired. Tried of trying to be happy, supportive. Tired of being someone I am not. Every time you see someone you need to smile or else the suspicion arises. The amazing fact is no one ever realizes that something is wrong.I don't know when I started becoming so good at faking emotions. It's tiring. People say they are there for you and that they care but no one really is there except for you. Everyone has problems in their lives. They are caught up in their own to notice yours. That emptiness, that numbness is difficult to express. I don't feel anything. I don't want to make an effort to be happy, to see hope. It's depressing. I want to see myself in a hospital bed. Not that I want to kill myself or anything but I don't know why. How SICK is that? There is no one to talk to. I know they will listen if I talk to them but they already have their own share of problems so I don't see a point on trying to add up to that. I want to get high. So high that I don't remember who I am or what is going on. Sometimes it scares me that people might notice. Notice that I am not who I once was. I don't know how to get back to who I was. I feel like I am pushing everyone away and I don't even know why.
   Feels like after all this ends, I will be alone once again to deal with my problems. Surrounded by so many people yet so alone. It sucks as much as it hurts. But then it's just you for yourself.

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

It hurts

"It hurts. It hurts to see someone you love, love someone else. It hurts to always be with them and yet never to be with them. It hurts to see them happy and know that your not the reason behind it.  It hurts"
                                          -Whisperer
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Sunday, January 31, 2016

One day

Today, while  I was returning from college on a public bus. I got the window seat. On the way a man got in the bus. He must have been above 35. He sat beside me. I had put on my earphones and was listening to music. After few minutes he started pushing me. I thought he felt uncomfortable in the seat and so was trying to adjust. I ignored it. Again after a moment he started doing the same. He was putting all his effort on pushing me. I looked at his face but he turned the other way. Slowly, his hands started moving. He was rubbing his elbows on my waist and was trying to move up. Thankfully my arm was in between. He was trying to reach it but I firmly put my hand in between. He still tried to push me and kept rubbing his elbows. I put all my effort in blocking him and to some extent I was able to do that. I thought I had made him understand that I wasn't comfortable but then he started rubbing his legs against mine. I shifted my legs but he did not quit. I felt like screaming at him but I couldn't. All the muscles in my body was screaming. I tried to speak but my voice betrayed me. No words came out of my mouth. I was helpless. I have never felt so helpless in my life. I wanted to react but for some reason I couldn't. I tried raise my voice but I couldn't. Something was holding me back. Maybe it was the fact that I was in a public bus or maybe it was something else. Now that I think of it. I regret not having reacted to that situation. The first chance I got to shift from that seat I did.
I really wish I had reacted. Everyone should react. I couldn't and I regret it. And I promise myself that if something like that ever happens to me which I hope never happens to anyone I will react. I will make sure that person never has the guts to do something like that ever again. That is an act of sexual harrasment and I vow never to stay silent.