Pamper Purples

I have this friend of mine, my closest aide, my savior, my only friend (not exaggerating) and in all the person whom I only ring up after 12:00 am. A few days back we were talking and I sensed the much prevalent gloom in his voice which was meant to be sensed as a matter of fact and soon he fed me up with stories of his misery and how everything was going wrong in his life and how miserably miserable he felt. Looking at the sensitivity of the moment (what? he was sad ) I did not waste a minute and as soon as he paused for breath I began blowing my own cry-baby trumpet that how life has been unfair and with what audacity I have dealt with the dark but am a human and emo-breakdown happens at some point and blaaaaaaA! I had the intention to alleviate his pain by feeding him with my own brave stories of tough times but there was something which struck upon in this whole episode of soothing my friend. 

Anyway! Coming back. Soon the sadomasochist in us rose, and we got busy in the painfully cheerful task of mollifying each other. How content does it make us talking grief, I noticed. We always want to be unknowingly in the constant company of people who would inflict sorrow into our lives if they are equally ready to go down with our tales of turmoil. Isn't it? But what possible reason could draw us to such dispirited attitude especially when it does no good in getting out of the problem. Mere observation has led me to a few conclusions based upon my understanding and there may be flaws but I will still share.

Those who don't put a comforting arm around, we don't see them no less than enemies planning clandestinely against us. As friends, we want each other to talk, listen and understand. Pamper buddies on the other hand 

don't get to a solution, they just discuss the same thing over and over again and can't help feeling hapless.

People who back you up in remembering your primary source of suffering don't want you to move on. A true friend on the other hand will always stay by your side and ask you even chide you sometimes for your own good to see the brighter side. And the beauty of this deliberately called upon episode of feeling bad about yourself is that the other person's opinion matter only when it is in accord with our own interpretation of the situation which of course is am-the-troubled-one. Until and unless we give our real friends the space and comfort to walk up to us and point out our flaws, we would never know our own stake in causing a trouble.


The best part with pampering is, once you start, the rest action occurs naturally with pure devotion. Our brain signals us to feel better when it hears what it wants to hear. Happy it becomes when this happens. Sad it remains if not. But the whole sugar coated affair is not gonna take you anywhere and you know that very well. Problems are a part of everybody's life and deep down we all know there are people suffering more than us. Pour out your emotions and take a chill pill. All is gonna be well.

A Walk To Remember

Every evening when the clock strikes 8:30, I get into my sports shoes , pick my phone and start the Pedometer app to monitor the number of steps, calories burnt and other measurable parameters to have a sense of 'oh!am getting close to a fitter being'. It is a daily ritual for me to go out at this hour, after watching my favorite (since so long :p) daily soap 'Balika Vadhu' for an hour long walk or as long as my feet permit me to. But that day a quick turn of events led me on the street almost an hour earlier. I was walking towards my friend's house to call her, who stays just a lane away.

Just a four houses away a person riding his bicycle passed and I could not ignore to look in his direction, and I instantly realized I was having a deja vu, not by the mere sight of him, but his actions as well. He was pointing his private organ sitting on his cycle. The thought itself is disgusting and to write it down requires a certain strength to keep aside the sight of it. Though there were no street lights, and that is the very reason I did not recognize the person and his very sick-minded act, I knew what was happening and I had been a victim of it earlier also. A sudden rush of anger passed over the coldness in my body, the numbness of undeniable horror in the moment accompanied with rage to throw him down and kick his ass off was persistent. Getting back to my senses quickly I shouted and commanded him to stop, ran after him for a certain distance but to no avail, he fled away.

The whole unpleasant incident made me ponder upon the mentality of the person, and I felt ill for him more than sad for myself. The sense of victimization started losing as detail after detail came to my mind. The person was a young kid not more than fifteen years of age am pretty sure. Yes! At this tender age he indulged in a horrific act, horrific in terms of how hampered and damaged his though process would be. It makes me really upset to even think about his future, future of the people in his life, his parents, the women he will come across, may be his sister, friends , wife, be it anyone, he will try and impose his trash thinking on to them through his vulgar actions. Such people are not only a curse to the society, but more to their close one's as they are more vulnerable than others.

The only regret I have is that I could not catch him. I could not make him come to terms with the fact that what he did was egregious, that he should be punished severely. I could not teach him a lesson and he will once again make another girl his target. A lot of small , little girls play in our colony and they may not be as strong and mature as I was at the moment for obvious reasons. It can have a long lasting and dreadful impact on children. I am angry at myself for not being able to take this culprit to his parents and tell them what kind of a person your boy is becoming into.I hope I will encounter him some other time and vow to bring him to justice, more of a personal endeavor rather than public.

Still I believe there is space for positive vibes in spite of all the filth. One need not fear and stop going out, I after a brief pause continued walking the same day on the very same lane. It is not an act of over confidence or unmeasured bravery but yes, it was necessary to begin then and there and not let any kind of fear creep in. Why should I hide in my own built cache of insecurity?

Stay Safe. Stay Fearless.