Thursday, January 21, 2016

Truth is overrated!

I was recently watching the movie Big, Fat Liar and heard the protagonist trying to drive home the message loud and clear: Truth is not overrated! Well, it may be good to listen to such patronizing on screen but off screen life is just a sum up of fuck ups.

As far as I can see, Truth is definitely overrated, truth is dangerous, truth will only bring harm to people who choose to be truthful. People who want to stand by their conviction and choose to be honest and tell the truth will end up paying a heavy price. Like Rohith Vemula who couldn't bear the reality of the hurt that truth and his convictions caused him. And he's not alone. I'm reminded of all those RTI activists and sincere bureaucrats who get threatened or killed for choosing to stick to the truth.

So, what happens if one chooses to speak the truth? It leads to much negativity and bad blood, of course! Haven’t we learned the lesson even after watching popular Telugu movie April 1 Vidudala where the ever-lying hero chooses to tell the truth at the behest of the girl he’s in love with – she sets a condition that he has to speak ONLY the truth for a month if she has to agree to marry him. And that condition which he decides to oblige blissfully unaware of the consequences puts his life at risk. Still, just to ensure his lady love relents to marry him, he chooses to stick to the truth and turns his murderer-friend his arch enemy. Finally, the girl is impressed with his honesty, regrets her condition and decides to marry him.

Now, is that the power of truth? Is it okay to think “All is well that ends well?” As this was just a movie, it was okay for the hero to stick to the truth till the end – because every movie has an end, usually a happy end, but in life there’s no end and The End means THE END of life or relationship. Movies may be a reflection of life’s realities, but life is not a movie.

And it’s my sincere suggestion people – before you confess and admit to wrong-doing or decide to give in to guilt feelings or feel convinced that truth is a virtue and it’s always better to speak the truth, think again! You may end up paying a heavy price, sometimes with your own life maybe! Like Rohith; like IAS officer D.K. Ravi; like the 39-40 RTI activists who got killed or the 275 who were assaulted! And you’ll end up being a body and a number.

So, think carefully and think again, and again, and again – because Truth is Overrated!

Monday, August 4, 2014

A toast to my virtual presence

Dear You,

Yes, I know who you are. And I know that you know who I am. Maybe virtually. Maybe I know your face and you know mine - even if it is only because of the profile pictures. I might remember your name because of your frequent updates. I'm not so active on social networking. So I won't be surprised if you cannot put a name to my face or vice-versa.

Times are changing, aren't they? We sat next to each other a while ago and even carried out conversations you say? Do I remember any of it? I don't suppose so, but let me admit that I do admire your memory and your perseverance. Is that what it is? Perseverance because you don't seem to give up! You try to push yourself into my memory and monkey around there. You're adamant about staying put there.

But what if I want none of it? Is it even possible? I dread to think... my life seems meaningless without those meanderings, peeks and peeps into your life. And yours. And yours. It is almost as if I cannot exist without you. Without your virtual presence, should I say? I know what you're doing. And where you're doing what you're doing. I even know how you're doing what you're doing. It's information overload, you say? Do you want to apologize? Oh no, please! It's all very important to me. It's not about you. It's about me. I need to know what each of you is up to. Lest I cannot digest my food. I cannot sleep for God's sake. I need to peep into everything, and everyone's life, around.

You're asking about my life? Well... does it even matter? Not to me, I'm afraid! I just do what I am best at doing. SULK. Sulk because my life is not going the way yours is going. Oh yours is so bloody brilliant and fantastic and colourful. I try to copy, to imitate, to at least fake part of it. But I fail miserably! And I retreat - crying! Wallowing in self-pity.

You say you bought that brand new tab that I've been eyeing and saving up through my nose for the past God-knows-how-many-months! Oh how I hate you - but only secretly, mind you! I cannot really show that hatred online you see. You've to come to terms with fake love and admiration if you want our virtual friendship to continue, blossom and become meaningful - in the virtual world. I don't really care if you're my friend once I log out. Do I? Let me see! Looks like I don't! But this charade has to continue.

Did you say you are wondering about your choice of your next car? Me aside: "Oh God, you have one effing family car already. Why the hell do you need it, show off?" On your wall: "Wow... amazing! I think you should go for this because of these these these reasons. And congratulations in advance. Lucky person. I'm so happy for you."

My life sucks. I'm trying still... I'm trying to adjust my lifestyle and my profile pictures and my status updates to match yours. You had a sizzler last week? Big deal! I had two continental and one Chinese nights last week. See, I'm definitely better than you! Oh God, but you're buying that posh new camera. Since when did you start showing interest in taking pictures? Oh it's for the selfies you say? Maybe now I'll eat only one meal a day and try saving up more money to buy a better camera than yours for my future selfies.

Hey, which grooming parlour do you go to for that glow on your face and the shine on your hair? I cannot seem to be able to get a freaking hair colour from the supermarket near home, and go to the next door beautician to get my bloody grey hair covered... Looking young is the in-thing you feel! Now how can I admit openly that I don't earn as much as you do but I'm compelled to maintain a lifestyle on par with you. On weekends you eat at plush places while I do the laundry at home and iron my clothes on my own because I cannot afford the expenses. Also, mind you, I'm a mother and a wife. I've duties, you see. So my inability to take care of myself and be(have) as cool as you can be easily camouflaged with fake pictures of me laughing with my only child and click a selfie in a side angle so my grey hair and uncared for skin don't become prominent. My child's innocent smile is what captures everyone's attention. And voila, my profile pictures are also well taken care of!

You don't seem to understand this double-life I'm leading... but let me tell you this. Look into yourself and you'll see what I mean. Because this is exactly what you're doing too! We're all mirrors of the mirrors - reflecting off each other and behaving like this is life. Maybe this is life. Who am I to complain, after all? So let's still be friends in the virtual world and praise one another outwardly. See you soon (with another update about how effing good my own life is - doesn't matter if my real existence is in complete contrast to my virtual presence). Take care. Muaahhh (something I've learnt to do a lot in my virtual world).