Wednesday, November 18, 2009

The Question.

“What has the world come to?” she asked me with the most disgusted look on her face, as she threw her chicken wrap out the cab window. Right now, an appetite was killed. This is a question every teenager should be asking his or her surroundings today. No one is born spoiled. No one is born vulnerable. Who we want ourselves to become, is who we behave like. We stand up to our mirror each day, demanding something new from life. The most ironical thing is that, whether what we’re demanding is materialistic or not materialistic, is irrelevant.
Most of the times we aren’t even sure whether we’re gaining anything from what we ask that piece of glass every day. “How about we give it a shot?” This statement is all the justification the youth of today gives for anything they are unsure of. Being experimental is one thing, being foolishly experimental is another. Trial and error works for Lab assignments, not your life. Whether it’s a relationship we’re talking about or even Monday’s class test. We’re so used to leaving things to chance. We’re brought up that way. Since our childhood everything is given to us on a platter (made out of silver). Now we’re 18 and still most of us don’t know how the world works, or even how people think. We’re so used to getting out the car, not even opening the door ourselves, cleaning our fogged glasses and moving on to the exact same environment, just in larger parameters. Gone are the days when innocence was an asset. Now that same innocence when stretched in a person’s persona for too long turns into gullibility and ignorance. Whoever said ignorance is bliss, never really bothered being on the receiving end of a peril, where a little maturity and knowledge would have helped. But No, no one wants to make that extra effort of being different. “Everyone’s doing it”. There’s another justification. So what if everyone’s doing it? When someone close to us tells us they didn’t answer our call, because they weren’t answering anyone’s calls, the first thing we ask them is “Am I just Anyone”?
Same way, are we just “everyone”? Do we not have minds of our own? Still, we’re found standing in a cluster of smoke, surrounded by similar looking people, with white sticks in their mouth and aviators donning their eye-frame, cursing across the floor. Does it once cross our mind, “Is this what I asked for this morning”? We’re confused; with that head rush, we can’t even remember what we asked for? Again, materialistic or genuine; that is immaterial, so how does it matter when memory can’t recollect.
We then see a hand offering that second round of grass neatly wrapped in white paper, we accept it and forget about what we were thinking of.

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