I refuse.
I refuse to believe that one
significant event from an interwoven unending sequence of events can be
responsible for ‘You’. That the gravity of one moment is so profound that it
can account for all the complex emotions of your heart and pragmatic reasoning
of your mind.
24 Hours. 1, 440 minutes. Or
86,400 seconds multiplied with your years of existence is proportionally too
wide a time range for ‘one event’ to change ‘You.’
You mature when that friend
you tagged as your ‘best friend’ since high-school isn’t even aware of your
existence when she moves to a different town to pursue her academics. You
mature a little more when you realise that the yardstick of determining a
friendship is not directly proportional to the frequency of their calls or
messages but by a person’s ability to hold onto to you through your chaotic storms.
And when you stumble upon the realisation that ‘people change’ and no matter
how scared you are of being replaced or how hard you try to hold onto them, you
eventually have to let go, acknowledge the person they have become and instead
hold tighter onto the memories you both
made.
You grow strong when someone
close dies. When one day they have a significant part to play in your life, and
the next day they abruptly disappear into oblivion. You stare blankly at their
lifeless body waiting for that familiar smile or touch their cold body
desperately in search of the comforting warmth. When you force your mind to
reminiscence every memory of that person, but time being the commanding master,
you are left with only faded remembrance, you grow a little stronger.
You change when the person you
love doesn’t love you back. You learn not to despise a person because they
didn’t comply with your emotions or curse them to misery because the turn of
events didn’t go in your favour. You instead learn to respect other’s
sentiments, treat them well and move on knowing that the right person will find
you eventually.
You become a better friend
when instead of being critical and disapproving of your friend because she
puffs a cigarette or drinks a bottle of Whiskey, you acknowledge the fact that
every person has a different set of convictions and just because her’s are not
in conformity with your’s is no reason for you to strain the friendship.
You become a little selfless
when you give that extra scoop of ice-cream to your younger brother when he
looks at you with his innocent eyes after finishing his own or when you decide
to make the bed for the night glancing your mother’s tired face.
You change when being honest in a deceptive
world doesn’t fetch you anything. Where masquerade is the fashion and
manipulation the law, your truth has little space to breathe. You either hold
onto the person you choose to be strengthening your convictions an inch or
choose to be one among those several imposters surviving in an unfair world.
You grow wise when instead of
cheating in an exam to get full marks, you let that one or two marks slip by
because you realise there is more to life than just ‘marks’, and giving up your
integrity for an extra mark which will be lost to oblivion in the years to come
would be a foolish thing to do.
You become a better person
when you are there for someone who ill-treated you or wronged you in ways
unknown in the past; when you continue holding onto the goodness in you when
people around you stab it with all their might.
You learn to respect yourself
when you set boundaries for how you want others to treat you. When you raise
your voice at a lewd remark made at you under the garb of a joke or when you
refuse to settle for anything that is less worthy of you, even when there are
thousand eyes rolling at you.
All these little or big
moments of your life, however you choose to remember them, together spin a
bundle of experience which mould both your heart and mind to its present
being.
I believe your heart is either
sewed together by the strong jovial ribbons of strength, endurance and maturity
or by the meek tangled threads of despair, struggle and hollowness; both of
which is a cumulative outcome of the series of events you stumbled upon.
I believe that there exists a
genesis to the person you have become, good or ugly and that one distinct
particular event cannot be the only atom of your existence.
I refuse to define you by ‘one
moment’ amidst 86,400 other multiplied interwoven moments.
Srijata Majumdar
2013-18