Manan Pandya’s Guest Post: How Lonely are we?


Thank you so much Manan for agreeing to guest post on my blog. He wrote an awesome and insightful post about human conditioning and loneliness and here it is:


There comes a time in everyone’s life when we sit down, far away from the world and its people, lost in the thoughts of how truly connected are we to the society. In this moment of self reflection we are often haunted by the thoughts that we are distant from all the people that we supposedly know and are in dire need of companionship. The feeling of invariably being with someone is what is craved by our mind.

Yet in truth a high degree of loneliness is an inescapable part of being a sensitive and intelligent human.

It is highly unlikely that we find someone who is exactly on the same page of the soul as us. This is because every individual on earth is a product of different circumstances, lifestyle, beliefs and morals. We often wish of other people to understand us but are let down when they fail to fully comprehend us. The problem is sure to get worse the more thoughtful and perceptive we are. There will simply be less people like us around. It is believed that working together is the solution to many of the problems, that two heads are better than one. But the truth is every successful pursuit came from an idea of an individual.

When you embrace the fact that in the long journey of life you have to do the traveling and that the people around you are just like road signs meant to guide you but not walk for you, then you can begin harnessing your solace as strength. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not implying that we were never meant to socialize. Prefer others company, but value yours more. We shouldn’t be frightened or discouraged by the lack of company. While we may not have in our immediate surroundings people like us, but others separated across space and time might exist. This realization helps us in connecting with them in a far better way than what we have experienced before.

Once we accept it we can get creative. You could find yourself in the words of a poem written by a poet decades ago or the lyrics of a singer who described your blues even before you were born. When you begin to enjoy your own company, you start having deepened conversations you have with yourself. This in true sense cultivates intimacy. You could write, create music, blogs knowing that someone somewhere is going to be on the same page of thought on that topic.

Knowing that inner voice inside your head is the most important thing that you could do. Use this to think clearly about what you want to achieve in life. Done perfectly this is really helpful in getting you back to focus on things that really matter. Conclusively ,it is extremely necessary for everyone spend that time everyday when you need to answer only to yourself.


Feel free to check out his interview here. I am open for more Guest bloggers and feel free to contact me on itsmayurremember@gmail.com!

 

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Literary Lion: They Never Did Fall


A 400 word response to Laura’s prompt.

Literary Lion: Fall

Harry waited at the party for his wife, she was running late today. She always runs late these days. He doesn’t mind, in fact he is rather proud of the fact that she is so hard-working.

Georgia is someone he has always admired and more he got to know her the more he fell for her. No, he stopped himself from using that word. He didn’t FALL for her, he instead got elevated. Yes elevated was the proper word here, nothing other than that.

A Girl who deserved better than what she was getting at the time he met her, the fact that she wasn’t scared of chasing what she wanted. She never complained about being in a misogynistic society and neither did she blamed it on her sex for being down the corporate ladder. She knew what she wanted and she chased it.

In his life he never expected a girl to ever settle down, girlfriends came and broke him and left. She had a worse streak with her boyfriends. A year into their relationship she confided the trauma one of her ex boyfriend had inflicted on her. Enraged, Harry was ready to beat the man to a pulp, Georgia with a shy smile on her face said “You can’t, that man is already in prison for what he did.”

It was that point he knew he has to marry her, he has found his partner, he knew Georgia also had the same plans. He loved her and all the baggage that came along with her. She loved him and his baggage. They settled their disputes easily, they never got bored with each and both of them were ready to go head over heels for other. 

She was better professionally, he was better personally. He is not ashamed of making dinner for her, for pouring her a glass of wine to relax her. She spurned his imagination to an extent that he is already published an acclaimed trilogy. She is his muse, he is her support.

Ingenious couples ask them what’s their secret? they say figure it out. They lead by example rather than by words. They revel in their friends achievements and support failures. They do their best to keep up with others, they actually keep up with each other’s lives.

If anyone asks when did they figure out they had fallen for each other, they would laugh.

His train of thoughts was interrupted by her arrival, she had come directly from work. Hair a little disorderly, face a little tired but Georgia did her best to smile. That was what he loved, what she knew he loved, the natural attempts.

They hadn’t fallen, their lives had gotten better.

Let’s see what others have written:

  1. https://thecoolbookworm.wordpress.com/2015/09/17/fall-literary-lion/
  2. https://bencnicholson.wordpress.com/2015/09/17/the-fall-a-response-to-laura-feaseys-literary-lion/
  3. https://thecoolbookworm.wordpress.com/2015/09/17/fall-literary-lion/
  4. https://mandibelle16.wordpress.com/2015/09/17/literary-lion-the-fall-of-uriel/
  5. https://tuckedintoacorner.wordpress.com/2015/09/18/fall/
  6. http://ismithwords.com/2015/09/17/literary-lion-tumble/#comment-3361
  7. https://livehomeandaway.wordpress.com/2015/09/20/pride-and-falls/
  8. https://deliriousantidotes.wordpress.com/2015/09/20/fracture/
  9. https://seriesofadjustments.wordpress.com/2015/09/19/the-descent/
  10. https://deliriousantidotes.wordpress.com/2015/09/20/fracture/
  11. https://livehomeandaway.wordpress.com/2015/09/20/pride-and-falls/
  12. http://viewsfromtheridge.com/2015/09/25/fall/
  13. https://thisismyironlung.wordpress.com/2015/09/25/her-fall/
  14. http://dralimanonlife.com/2015/09/26/literary-lion-after-the-fall/
  15. http://grahamisjustmyname.com/2015/09/28/the-fall-literary-lion/
  16. http://finallyawriter.com/2015/09/27/falling-literary-lion-prompt/

Loss


( By Heart

You’re asked to recite a poem (or song lyrics) from memory — what’s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it has stayed, intact, in your mind?)

Yes, I understand that every life must end, aw-huh,..
As we sit alone, I know someday we must go, aw-huh,..
Oh I’m a lucky man, to count on both hands
the ones I love,..

Some folks just got one,
yeah, others, they got none,

The song is Just Breathe by my favorite band Pearl Jam. While watching a TV show once I heard this song for the first time, and I absolutely loved it. I still have this song in my phone, and the line from the song always touched a cord. Always.

After I heard the song I did the same, I counted the ones I love and care about. Counted the ones who I think love and care about me. And as ashamed as I am to admit it, I never count family. They are bound to love and care, they have always done so. So in conclusion I could never reach four fingers.

I cared about so many people, yet I never felt that the feeling is mutual.

I feel alone. In crowds. In the seclusion of home. I am not ashamed to admit it. Everyone feels the same, everyone is looking for something in their lives. So am I.

And now more than ever. When everything is golden and blissful, at those times the ephemeral feeling of accomplishment, the feeling of not being alone even for a small time lifts you up. When surrounded by people who laugh with you, eat with you. But when things turn sour, the people disappear with the wind.

When someone who I got really got attached to decided to walk out, I had to reevaluate my life. With the anger of  feeling of being discarded as thrash, the mourning and the selfish sadist urge to hurt back, I realized that maybe I am doing things wrong.

Maybe I expect people to be like me. To live their lives by my ideals. To fill in the picture that I painted for my perfect life. And that, even for all my nice intentions, is really the most selfish I could be. And I never realized it.

I cannot even live up to my ideals, how could I expect others to do so? And how could I expect them to know answers to questions that I should know.

The only person who can help me is me. About time I realize this. Only I can decode my life. No one else can decide which master’s am I supposed to pursue, or how to manage the abrupt stress of college work.

I have a direction, and I intend to improve myself down the path just opened.

To the friend who decided to walk out, I want to stay angry. I want to hurt you, even for small measure of pleasure I could get. But I know it is not going to help me. Your decision to end things, so be it. No more heated words exchanged, no more shouting in front of others. And I hope that when you decide to talk again, I’ll have lower expectancy. And I’ll be better. And I hope the same be said for you too.

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