"Random Thoughts about Life: Drive carefully, 90% of people are accidents!"
I updated this on Facebook 2 days back, some 7 people liked the post.
but nobody commented.. or asked.. or gave a thought.. on remaining 10%
Who are those 10% people?
They are the ones whom we never met...
Some of them were already there when we came...
Some of them came after us...
But nobody introduced us to them...
So who are those 10% people?
We call them our dear ones...
Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa, Brother, Sister, Son, Daughter, Uncle, Aunty.. the list is endless.
We never discuss our relationship with them. We never even give a thought on kind of relationship we share with them (say our mom or dad). The term relationship is simply not defined as it decreases the strength of the relation.
They are the ones whom we cannot leave, conversely, they'll never leave us no matter what we do.
They are ready to accept who we are. In fact they've accepted already who we are.
We can say anything to them, they'll never mind.
If we are wrong, they'll correct us, unintentionally or naturally.
If we are right, they'll support us.
If there is any disagreement, they'll go whatever depth possible to make everything fine.
They'll do anything to console us.
They are the one who although have an opinion but will never burden us with their thoughts.
We can ask any silly question to them, they'll never give a second thought before answering.
Actually they are the ones who have all the answers we are seeking.
They are the ones who give direction to our thoughts.
Thinking on the same side, they are the ones who actually need our help in any possible form, they expect the same from us. This entire thing is what western world simply define as relationship which is not true. Its not just a relationship we share with those people, we share a lot more than that - our thoughts, our emotions, our tears, our grief, our happiness, our joy... and the list is endless. Most importantly we share whole of ourselves with them.
Given infinite supply of papers, try writing about the kind of relationship you share with your mom. Its impossible to write it coz we never think about it. Even if we manage to pen it down, it will not be complete. Some part of ourselves is always hidden. We realize the complexity when they leave us or we leave them (for any reason) because thats where this relationship break the thread and we are left alone. We look backwards in past and realize what we lost. The loss is sometimes irreparable. We sometimes manage to find its substitute too on the other hand, but not that relationship.
Its my favorite dialog :
"Our life is for others"
They are the others.
So now I stuck thinking about remaining 90% whom we (somebody) called as accidents...
Somebody commented on my post:
"Such accidents can be good too."
Accident is an apt word. They are part of majority of our lives - the 90% - which we never realize. Those who manage to cross the 90-10 line and come closer to us, to the 10% of group, are the good accidents. We call them our friends. And thats where the goodness lies.
Sometimes in order to maintain balance or when we miss those 10%, we start searching them into remaining 90%. And thats were problem arises because the thin line always remains. Since these 90% are in the majority, we often spend most of time with them and think a lot about them. We try to align our thoughts with them so that there is no conflict. But since they often don't follow the 10% people definition, we end up with some disagreement which spoils our harmony and the so called relationship starts to suffer. But actually there was no relationship, we were trying our best to get something from 90% that belongs to 10% and 90% can never possess. Thats the real truth about Life and we being social animal starts to suffer. This behavior sometimes affects the 10% too and thats the irony of Life.
"Be smart with everyone but always be silly with your dear ones!!"
Thats what I conclude.
