Sunday, September 19, 2010

Take Me out of this Box!

It is true that I desire for a world with no borders.

I know that in spite of all the physical, political,lingual and legal borders....affection, passion, love, peace and all positive emotions transcend through effortlessly in our world..and that is what I would like to live on.

Few weeks ago, I was standing at the junction near Andheri flyover to cross the road, when suddenly the sky burst open and lashed down with blessings. I stood near the traffic policeman's fort and sprung open my rather measly of an umbrella. No sooner did I open the umbrella than a few of the children selling fruit and flowers huddled around me and held me tightly seeking cover. I was over the moon.
Do I honestly exhibit the vibe of a border less world?

As they stood around me, I tried to give them as much cover as I could, willingly getting soaked myself. I had to catch a was almost 9pm...and I was heading to the Central suburbs...time was key..but I could not leave those waited till the rain-gods rested. And the kids disappeared and waved at me after I said bye.

Warmth and trust wrapped around me for just a few minutes...ensuring me that my class-ridden society is truly man made.

Another thing definitely man made, is this box filled with societal expectations. This box contains stigma attached to certain professions that we tread, clothes that we may wear, values we may believe in, music we may listen to and other choices we make regarding our own lives. And, these are inspired from a larger knowledge base derived through globalisation and its resulting travel, acquaintances, literature, reformed ideologies -- list goes on. In other words this box contains all those systems and beliefs that fails to move ahead as the times are a-changing

The issues amongst many is that my dearest Father has put me in this box to find a suitable match for me as I have reached the 'right' age. And like me there are so many others.

Our plight entails long hours of disturbing unidirectional monologues from guilt-struck and overbearing parents who mainly speak about the social obligation towards the institution of marriage and of course the ever -important biological setbacks of oneself .

I don't believe there is ever a right age to be married. I am a romantic at heart and also a bit I, like many others, am waiting to sense that connection with that individual who will evoke in me the desire to be married to him. I should have the right to choose...why must I be hurried because I am pushing 30. That is a rationale beyond archaic.

I am currently using my sense of humour to ease myself out of this Box.


  1. This is a universal struggle between the parent and the child- again - borderless:)

  2. Parents harbour expectations over their children and can be unrealistically demanding. I totally agree with your thoughts. Parents should consider their kids as individuals to think and react with their own individuality and personality (however young they are). I do not buy the idea that age brings in experience. It is more of one's individualistic outlook that makes the person mature and thoughtful.

  3. Hey nice picture...u have pulled down quite a bit eh! hot