22.08.24
There is a line written by Shakespeare - we know who we are yet we know not what we may be, maybe I'm the one or maybe I'm crazy. It would be an injustice to myself if I said this line does not perfectly sum up my life till now as I'm sitting on a bus with people who are different from me in every aspect except one- the rat race, the not-so-great Indian dream of not knowing who you are but what you have been defined by the society. Your ideologies, your dreams, your thoughts and most importantly- your stand. Everything is in the hands of the ʼsamaaj’. It's even more infuriating when you know what's happening to you. But to pretend like it's not even there. I've cried myself hoarse about things changing for good but I have realized it's not about good or bad now, it's just about ‘being’ as of now. I don't know what I should call it, maybe a little bit of nihilism because I'm not seeking reasons anymore. Just accepting things like they are...