Chaos in Order?
what the world would be like if we had no social obligations.
Can you imagine it? I can. It would be pure and utter chaos.
I'm not only talking about the dos and don'ts set by societal
norms and morals that we usually grudgingly follow -- dressing
in a particular way, acting innocent in front of certain
people, being careful about what you say in front of whom.
Rather, I'm talking about completely uninhibited behaviour
-- the behaviour that defines Dhakaites -- what some people
would see as hypocrisy, but what our society sees as just
just close your eyes for one moment and think about the
person that you dislike the most in the world. It's that
face that you always imagine kicking when you're playing
football, or smashing with the racquet when you're playing
badminton. Chances are, you see them very often, (or more
often than necessary as far as you are concerned), and that
you are forced to be nice to them even though you cannot
stand them. Sound familiar? So now imagine the look on that
person's face when you tell them how much you dislike them,
loudly, in front of loads of people -- just getting all
that negative energy out of your system and out into the
open air. Feels good doesn't it? Of course it does.
for one second how it would feel to tell your parents that
you will not be a doctor or an engineer, or anything else
that they had hoped for while they were planning your life
when you were born. How would they react if you told them
you decided to quit college and any other form of education
and become a beatnik? You want to rid yourself of all your
earthly and material possessions. Oh and by the way, you
are running away and live happily ever after in a remote
village outside of Kathmandu.
about that auntie who is always putting you down and telling
your mom how much better than you her daughter is? Wouldn't
it feel so good to just tell her that you know her darling,
picture-perfect daughter sneaks out late at night to meet
her boyfriend? And then tell your own mother off too for
even having a friend as idiotic as this insufferable woman?
about that fool of a teacher who never admits when he is
wrong and instead, punishes you when you give the right
answer just because he is too high on himself to acknowledge
his mistakes? Of course he hasn't miscalculated, he is the
teacher, right? Wrong. Don't you just feel like grabbing
the chalk from his hand, and writing the right answer and
then calling him a moron in front of the whole class?
that annoying woman, who is always talking about how rich
she is and always reminding you how little you have in comparison?
Imagine telling her that her husband is a thief and as much
as she shows off her diamonds and pearls, she is still and
will always be the wife of a thief. And by the way, she
is also too fat and old to be wearing those designer blouses
that show off her stomach.
telling that annoying guy who wanders around college, thinking
he is so smart, that you know he cheated on his college
entrance exams, and when that did not work, he did some
mastani and threatened the examiner with a knife.
And that all his atel talk is a bunch of hot air.
Nobody likes him and everybody laughs at him behind his
possibilities are endless. Oh, stop, don't pretend to be
so shocked. At least one of these examples is something
that you can relate to in some way or another. Granted the
situations, circumstances and minor details may be different,
but the general idea is the same. So what is it about our
society that makes it so hard to be ourselves, to speak
out, to just not care? Is it fear of ostracisation, isolation,
condemnation, or is it bravery -- the ability to let things
go, to walk away, to not sweat the small stuff? The fact
is that there are always certain rules of law that we, as
general members of the society as a whole must follow, whether
we like it or not, but at what point does it start compromising
who we are? There has to be a balance, between the chaos
of losing all inhibitions and the struggle to maintain the
image. The problem is, where do we draw the line, before
the line draws us?
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