Letter To The Editor - Part 2

To,
The Editor

Subject:- Those two weeks

The subject that I have given to this post may surprise you a little. The main question posed here may be which two weeks and why. I am not going to mention any specific two weeks. I have taken them as an example, an example of the main thing, the elephant in the room, or as I call it the invisible elephant in the room.

We all may agree that I am a little too young to form my own opinion about how one's life is shaped. Nevertheless, I am going to. I think that lives are wholly and solely made or broken by decisions. Now you may say that it is very obvious. Isn't it? Still, we continue to make shitty ones. Ones that make us cry, that make us repent and that make us hate. I have spent the major part of my life in India and have experienced the culture that revolves around being mainstream. Opting to go for either medical or engineering, getting married, basically all that is summarised by our own Bunny in Yeh Jawaani Hain Deewani.

We all know what surrounds these decisions. The two main factors are pressure and a massive FOMO. It doesn't help that the system most Indians and Indians most rely on, the film industry, doesn't help solve this. For instance, we all know that Bunny doesn't board that flight to Paris and instead proposes to Naina. The movie ends there. They don't show us what happens to the broke Avi, the probably married-for-money Aditi and nothing to show for himself but a few films that nobody watched, Kabir aka Bunny (it is the same with the cancer-ridden Hazel Grace who wants to find out what happens in her favourite book, who wants to find what happens in her favourite book, which ends with the writer dying and some incomplete storylines. We don't know what happens to her either). If we want to make decisions like these, then we tend to think of what would happen after. And it is totally sensible.

Most of the time though, we regret making that decision. Sometimes we convince ourselves that the decisions were right, even though deep down, we know that they were not meant for us. We know that we were meant for something else. If you know what you were meant for, you are lucky. Pursue it. If you are not sure, ask others around you. They will.

Many of us are not able to pursue it. If you can accept that, then there's nothing like it. If you can't, then you must try to. You must. For even if the people you ask play a huge part in your lives, they are not the editors of your lives. True, they may challenge you with a tricky paragraph. But like any teacher, they will not give it to you if they know you can't solve it! 😉


Cheers,
Miheer



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