REAL STORY : OMERTA 2(the silence)
I have experienced many colours in life and tasted a diverse mix of flavours throughout my existence,some sweet some sour ,some tangy,some crispy,some black, some white, some gray etc.My belief is that we don t know why we are born and now when we are born we all fear death and to escape from this reality we practice escapism in form of social and personal relationships like friends, lovers and other sort of near dear ones.A man is not a social animal rather to put in my perspective Man is social because he is the cleverest animal.May be i have perceptual errors or illusions or simply lack of empathy or pure anti social mindset, but my belief has been reinforced time and again by my experience which i earlier thought only my own projections on the people around me who happen to travel in same spatiotemporal sequence in which my karmic ways exist.To put it simply i want to put disclaimer to the my succeeding thoughts in paragraph down below.
Lets take up the issues one by one,and start from the evergreen debate of love and infatuation and role of values, physicality, emotions and above if not all Truth which i presume is most of the time a silent victim.The ideas of trust on which i presumed whole world(my world) worked, i think is long lost in either confusions or motives or physically if not of paucity of time(future frame of reference).The word " NO ISSUES" has become a norm rather than exception and timeframe of true love has reduced to 157 minutes rather tha 7 lifetimes if not one(religious bullshit nowadays i suppose).The expiry date of so called relationship is lower tha halflife of even the fastest radioactive isotopes.The media which perpetuates this myth now have instruments to play with sentiments of emotional fools who buys and believes in this theory of blind love which happens at first sight!
The love drink called coffee which since time of Incas (south American tribe) produced the effects of beautiful feelings of love has failed at cruel italian mafiaso hand of its cousin Cappucino.The Irish coffee no more symbolises male love and chauvanism rather its a recipe if not sureshot concotion to kill oneself slowly and most painfully in feelings of lost love.In my place there is a saying that bullet kills a person only once and with least supposed pain but if you really have to kill a person every moment, instill this feeling called love and let him/her never have it fulfilled. As a doctor and as a lover i know there is no available,future (if any) forseable cure or medicineor vaccine for this Disorder(read syndrome).
As a student of psychology, it cannot be cured as more motivated forgetting will not lead to repression rather than overlearning of the event and this disorder gets worse and worse everyday and everywhile even at the cost of one"s future ,present and family.Its the worst Nasha(addiction) one can have and its withdrawal symptoms are the most disturbing and painful and never go away if not accentuated.Yet for someone salvation and peace one have o tolerate this thugee of eyes.Thus the new ranjha is born in the land of five rivers know for its fertility and greatness.
I belong to family from muktsar(near Ferozepur)(where Guru Gobind singhji who was born in bihar won his only battle and that to fought by muktas who wrote Be- Dawa(No claims or No issues) statement to him but later stood between the guru forces and mughals at the peril of their lives.These men belonged to majha(present day amritsar area which happens to be the place where i completed my degree as a doctor).I still salute those ladies lovers who would wait till the ends of their life for their brave lovers who had gone for fighting battles, but today the lovers cant wait for 2 hours even.
( not to be continued)
