Putting others in our boxes

Today as I walked from the library where I conduct my creative writing classes to the auto rickshaw stand, I saw an old couple and a younger woman talking on the footpath. Judging by their body language they were either neighbours or close acquaintances; not family though. That kind of closeness was missing.

They were speaking loud enough for me to hear.

“We go to Dr.A.”, said the elderly gentleman.

“Oh!” said the younger woman, who I guessed to be in her 40s. “Why don’t you go to Dr. B. He is at XYZ hospital.”

“We are perfectly comfortable with our present doctor and satisfied with his treatment.”

“But you must visit Dr. B once. He is really very good.”

“So is our doctor”, said the old man a trifle impatiently.

With that they were no longer in my hearing zone and I went on my way pondering the innumerable times I have had similar conversations in my life.

How many times have well meaning friends and relatives tried to tell me that every other doctor is better than mine; every other home remedy is better than the ones I use; every other place is better to shop at than the one I patronize; every other author is better than my favourite one.

Why do we always try to force an opinion down people’s throats even if we are aware that it makes them uncomfortable?

Why do we need everyone to fit in “our” boxes? Why don’t we like it when other people’s boxes are of a different shape and dimension to ours? Why do we need them to come into our comfort zone even if it means that they have to leave their own?

Is it because we are afraid of them being different from us or because we are scared to be different from them?

What do you think? Do share your thoughts in the comment section.

 

This post was written in response to the prompt, “Write about an interesting conversation you overheard recently” for Friday Reflections

 

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  1. Write about an interesting conversation you overheard recently.

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Endlessly

 

I walk through the house

Listlessly

It seems so big somehow

And so empty.

I strain my ears.

Is that your voice I hear?

That laugh that was so typically you.

I close my eyes and I can breathe in the scent of your body,

Feel its warmth surrounding me.

I reach out and can touch you,

Feel the texture of your skin

So achingly familiar.

I open my eyes reluctantly

To find myself alone

As I wait for you

Endlessly.

 

 

This post is in response to the Friday reflections prompt of the week: “Sometimes waiting is the hardest thing of all.” – Luanne Rice

A golden dragon, that’s who I’d be.

dragon-238931_1280One of the prompts on this week’s Friday Reflections was “ If you were an animal what would you be and why?”  Writing in response to this prompt makes me feel like a student in one of my creative writing classes. How often have I asked them to write on this topic, but never have I attempted to do so.  Ah well, there is a first time for everything and so here goes!

If I had to choose to be any animal in the world, I would choose to be a dragon; a beautiful golden dragon!

The reason I’d be a dragon is because I was born in the year of the dragon, but even before I knew that fact, dragons fascinated me. I never saw them as horrible evil creatures meant to be slain. To me, they were magical creatures who had tremendous power. They were the wisest of all beasts and the most regal. In fact the true king of the beasts would be the dragon not the lion.

And why a golden dragon? Because it is the most intelligent and pure of all dragons.  They are magical and can change their form at will. Though they are immensely strong, they prefer talking things over rather than using force. Their mission is to end evil and that is something I rather fantasize doing.

Whenever I imagine a golden dragon, I see a creature of great strength yet with such grace of movement that it is beauty in motion. Combine it with a mind of rare intelligence and what more could you want to be?

I imagine myself soaring across the moon, and swooping back down in a breathtaking dive. I imagine changing forms to tackle evil and making the earth a better place.  Oh what fun I would have belching out fire at corrupt politicians, paedophile priests and other such scum of the earth! I would be magical and good and powerful!  What other reason is needed to be a golden dragon?

What animal would you choose to be? Do leave your answer in the comments. I would love to know!

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You may also like to read my other blog post https://thequillofthephoenix.wordpress.com/2016/10/18/book-review-fighting-for-tara-by-sunanda-chatterjee/

21 random facts about me

11351327_1003802446304578_2977861388820677101_nThis post is written in response to a prompt on Friday Reflections on  Write Tribe

 

I thought I’d choose this topic for Friday reflections and just finish it in a jiffy. After all it is just 21 random facts about yourself right? How hard is that to write? But as I started writing, I realised that while I could find enough facts to pen down, how many did I really want to share with the world? And so I guess that becomes my first fact. And since it does say random, forgive me if I jump from one area of my life to the other and back with no link or connection what so ever.

  1. I don’t like to share my innermost feelings or thoughts with any one. There is always that one wall behind which I hide.
  2. I have twin daughters. I would have loved to have a couple more but was too mindful of the ever growing population of the world.
  3. I talk to all animals, even the spiders and lizards in my house. I even name them!
  4. The only animals I kill are mosquitoes.
  5. I can spend the whole day in bed with a good book and then wonder how it has suddenly become dark.
  6. I love to be alone at home. If I could, I’d never leave the house. And that scares me so much that I force myself to get out.
  7. I hate to cook dal chaval. But I love to bake.
  8. Old Bollywood songs over modern music any day.
  9. A jar of Nutella lasts for one sitting. So I get a separate jar for my daughter and we label our respective jars.
  10. I have trained myself to go alone for movies, or for a beer and a meal. And I feel great about it!
  11. When I was young, Dad used to take me with him to watch English war movies and action thrillers since mom hated going to the theatre. I still prefer those movies over romance or comedy.
  12. I fell in love at the age of 11, with Rishi Kapoor when I went to see Bobby.
  13. I still read Enid Blyton books. Though I also read Nora Robert and Jim Butcher. (I love the Dresden Files)Book-Cover-1
  14. My first book, “Who Shall I be today?” was published this year in March. It is a book of poems and got some pretty good reviews.
  15. I have a huge pink Teddy bear named Fred whom I bought as a birthday gift for myself on my 50th birthday.
  16. I eat ice cream as I walk down the road.
  17. I hate wearing formal clothes though I envy the people who can carry them off.
  18. I love dancing and I just need to hear the music to get itchy feet.
  19. I prefer Prof. Bhaer over Mr. Darcy. But if I had to describe the kind of man I am still waiting for, he would have to be able to dance, feed me awesome food and love to read.IMG-20140706-WA0002
  20. The reason I get out of bed nowadays, is my crazy dog, Muffin. She came into my life two years ago, as a puppy who needed to be rescued from the gutter she had fallen in. Today, I can’t imagine a life without her.
  21. I am writing my first novel. And I just hope I don’t tire of it half way through!

So , I guess that’s it. What about you? What would you like to share about yourself?

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