Most times I am not sure why I write
what I write but it’s just compelling to do so and thus I indulge. Last I wrote
was about the hushed facts of married life and it generated some buzz, seemed
like people did really relate to it. Then just recently, I got chatting with a
very senior and dear associate and in the course of the conversation she learnt
that I live in a joint family with a single operating kitchen. She was quite
happy to hear this. Now of course joint families aren’t such an exception in our
country yet, but it’s definitely not the norm also these days.
Honestly, I have neither reason
nor the wisdom to preach about if people should live together or how and why
and why not. But it brings me to wonder about the hushed facts of living
together as families. To my limited maturity and experience, I think it would
be the art of letting go without resentments.
Interestingly, whether or not
families live together, they are definitely together on the Whatsapp and there
is a very popular trend of forwarding these lovely positive messages every
morning on family groups, friends groups and every possible place. It’s a nice
practice in a way, sharing healthy thoughts! And if we can follow it even fractionally
its worthwhile, a happy moment accomplished in the day. However, as part of
these forwarded quotes, I find there are ‘some’ which assuredly tell you how
you need to live your life on your own terms, how what others think of you
isn’t that important anymore, how you need to please yourself before trying to
please everyone else and more on similar lines.
There is a lot of wisdom and
truth in these ‘some’ messages and I personally do find them inspiring. But the
essence of them is more subtle and nuanced, covered beneath the layer of words.
For our generation and times, which is faster, savvier, more impulsive and self
gratifying, these messages can be interpreted very differently. Change is
inevitable, and in any generation it comes with both straight and skewed ways. Earlier it was the social conditioning, now it’s
the social media conditioning that drives us. We swear by YOLO (you only live
once), FOMO (fear of missing out), SLOMO (slow movement) and constantly do
things or don’t do things to conform to fads. There is no personal reflection
or motivation about it, only anxiety to tick the trends.
In this race to conquer the phenomenon
of media fed lives, we are becoming more and more self centric. The “live your
life” message likewise got distorted. It wasn’t about self possessiveness or
disregarding others feelings or suit-yourself-attitude to fulfill every whim and
fancy of your mind. It was for a quiet personal mindfulness before minding
others. It called for contemplation, internalization and then a follow up. But
I guess we started taking them literally, at face value. And the result is a
visible breakdown in our relationships across the societal spectrum be it joint
families, nuclear families or partners and couples. Empathy, thoughtfulness and
restraint have definitely taken a beating.
Of course the social fabric in
the previous generations was no better, mostly kept stitched only out of fear,
dependence, social taboos and pressures but today it is snipping out of self centeredness.
Our tolerance levels are much lower, egos are pronounced and sense of
individuality is paramount. But sadly this sense of individuality is pretty
superficial and incomplete which only categorizes us as either liberals, or
feminists, or chauvinists or misogynists or activists. When we adapt or replace
certain ways or ideas to cohabitate, it doesn’t diminish anyone’s
individuality. It only makes your internal identity more courageous and
confident. The earlier societies, atleast in the cultural subtext, might have
been prejudiced, repressive and unfair. But today’s is somehow more vain,
debauched and self indulgent. Not sure which one’s better.
Hey since past few days I was in dilemma for certain thing, Ur post gave a ray of hope n showed me d right path,I now know wat shld I do n how to face it,thanks for writing this...🤗
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