Sunday, March 17, 2019

Weary Shoulders

Nice guys don’t finish last, nice guys aren’t even allowed to compete. Since birth, parents actually want a kid who is subjugating, pliant, respectful towards elders, honest and of course “intelligent”, but these traits are never mutually exclusive. You can’t be an honest person and respectful towards all because you’d see through the person just to find him or her undeserving of your salute. If you’re pliant and understanding all the time you’d never be honest because inconvenience is an indispensable trait of honesty. So why do parents feel the need to make their kids into someone who would never fit in the world or would always doubt himself because he’s too naïve and innocent. Why is it that the price for being humble, understanding and amiable ,often a normal employee life at best and the family idiot at worst.
Even before we take our first steps , we’re asked to dodge or avoid certain paths. Before we can talk, we’re forced to never use certain vocabulary and even before we can see, parochial specs are put on. And even after all this, imbibing all the good boy qualities we’re still the ones who stay behind because we’re too social. We’re too bad because we don’t listen to our parents, we are too rebellious and whimsical whereas the reality is that the only quality we actually end up inculcating is Self Doubt.
Whether we do something right or wrong, whether its answering the exam question, the decision to choose a life partner or to do something new on our own we are hard wired to doubt ourselves to the point where we start ridiculing at the thought of being out of line.
The new is our enemy because it goes against the fabric of our traditions, family values and education. We are just talented enough to be ahead only amongst those scared bunch of subservient cattle who are so predictable and banal in their conduct that a generation old parents can perceive their entire chain of thoughts and can manipulate to make it even more lucid and simple for their own liking. Its like a bunch of typewriters raised a computer by removing all the electronic circuits so that there isn’t any chance of it being hacked or malfunctioned. Every parent wants a genius as their protégé but they aren’t ready to believe that at some point or maybe at all, the child will supersede them , challenge them, rebel against them and even curse them.
We the nice guys are a bunch of crippled and retarded geniuses, artists, poets, writers, entrepreneurs and revolutionary leaders who were kept down by our beloved roots because outgrowing them is disrespectful and uncouth. We have that hunger to make our way in the world, but we’re asked to be scared. Scared of ourselves, scared of walking out in the dark, scared of being the first.


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