Our
young India does not wake up to the numbers of Sensex and Nifty but to the
numbers of break up and hook up we have, our friends have, friends of friends’
have, all most every day. Okay, not taking a detour, I will simply land in our
much-loved Bhubaneswar and the young Bhubaneswar-ites.
Numbered
days back, in the crispy wintry evening, I parked my perky pink scooter, in
front of a Cookies store which of course is in central Bhubaneswar. Just a
scale away, a girl who of course looked two-three years younger than me,
perched on her perky purple scooter elevatedly, gazed cutely out of her puffy
wind-cheater. She seemed to be waiting for somebody, as her eyes fumed; her
fingers constantly tapped the phone screen. I too vigorously Whatsapped my
friend who I waited for (that day strictly an old-school-girl-friend not boy-friend). In the
process of waiting, we both exchanged a half-smile as a toast to each other’s
patience. As I eased up myself with few steps around, overhearing a
razor-sharp, ‘I say tum jaldi idhar aao,’
I turned back. Okay, that was not for me, she snapped somebody on the phone. My
fellow-company’s importunity made me too connect to my friend once more. In a
minute, a bike jetted into the scale gap between our scooters (thanks to his
disk break stuff that he did not hit any of us). Guess, he was still under the
spell of the recent release Dhoom 3. Okay, all was fine till then. The girl
smiled at him pleased by his unapologetic stunt where I almost imagined my guy
(in case) doing this, getting slapped by me with due safety to the fellow
company. The far cry of the BMC election campaign in the background, I could
hear a little the girl pitching high, ‘You have two phones? So you did not take
my call? Kiske saath baat karte ho?’
She threw the just-discovered-secret-phone of her guy with all her strength and
frustration. The guy’s face turned spikier than his hairdo, in the presence of
another girl. I tried looking away. He commanded her girl to collect the SIM
and broken parts of the phone, rather broken parts of his prestige. The girl
stood unmoved, displaying her adamancy and proving her mastery over her guy
(showing off to me rather). All slanderous abuse I heard, the guy breaking into
her. Her face turned distraught with loaded insults. I moved inside the Cookies
to let them insult each other, at least comfortably. The BMC’s brassy
campaigning went past, but did not surpass the guy’s loud mistreatment. Every
bystander distasted their exchange of burning words; each passerby glanced
wryly at them. I simply pitied our generation, looking at them from the Cookies
shop, peering through the glass.
What’s
wrong with us?
Firstly,
the presence of insecurity. Secondly, the absence of respect. It is the
core cause of such a many resentful circumstances as above. When somebody is
constantly feeling insecure and losing peace of mind, it is just because the
person is insecure about himself or herself compulsively. Take charge of your
life, make yourself feel the best. Let him or her go find somebody better than
you, let him or her come back to better than best, who is only you. Or wait for
the right him or her to find you rather investing all your heart and innocence in
a wrong place, at a wrong time. When we freak out at family member’s slightest
chiding, how come our generation put up with constant differences, with so-called
girl friend or boy friend, with things which are out of the league? Coming to
respect, let you respect your grace, your feelings first, then you be at easy
to accept and let go things and persons more strongly and more respectfully. In
the name of love and dating, only bitterness, duplicity, faithlessness, dislike
and the very PDA (Public Display of Abuse) come out; it streamlines all other classy
good-feelings of being in love.
My
girl above could have been more patient and less possessive to track the secret
of her guy’s mysterious second phone or second person, big-heartedly. Girls,
guys like strong you. The other way round, the boy above could have smiled even
though his phone goes into the gutter, could have pulled her chick, and
clutched her quickly, been on his knees to collect the broken parts instead of
pouring fine-invectives at her. It would have ended all her questions on your
integrity and loyalty. It would have been made to each of them a respectful
person, and a graceful show time for me. C’mon, guys! You love her that means
her self-respect to be more protected than your iPhone, Lumia, Galaxy Grand, Xperia.
Guys
and Girls in town, check your respect-status first and then
relationship-status.
