Mind over heart

Mind over heart

We often joke that God has made this world unfair. Either the girl/boy you are after doesn't like you, or you don't like the girl/boy who is after you. (Just choose the appropriate gender)... it is not entirely untrue. More than that, it is a general notion that men are bad, rather pathetic, at showing/observing/understanding emotions. 'Emotionless' as some would say, simply because there happens to exist another gender of the human species, called a 'female', which likes to breakdown at every available opportunity or show off how strong its vocal cords are at the most inopportune of times.

Sadly (happily, to be honest), men are left far behind when it comes to aggrandizing their emotions (of course, not deliberately). They'd rather be themselves and not create any hue and cry over trifles. Or maybe, they can't create any, thanks to their genetic makeup.

But disregarding the fact that men are as bad at remembering useless pieces of information, such as, first date or birthdays, or anniversaries, or places, or small gifts, or... etc. etc. as women are good at it, one fact clearly stands out. Its that women are definitely big emotional fools.

Now, now, don't run after me with discrimination lawsuits. Men are bigger fools, if anything. But thats not their fault. You could call Antarctica the top of the Earth or its bottom, it doesn't matter. I could call women more emotionally mature than men, if you want me to be politically correct. It has been my strange (obvious?) observation, that while men are desirous of trying to express themselves nicely, (a deliberate effort towards which is required only when they are in front of women), the female of the species doesn't even have to try.

While women have the capability of expressing their emotions perfectly well and in a totally controlled fashion, such an ability is actually required more by men. Why? in the extreme case, to carry on the cycle of life, if I may go to the extent of saying that, and in the mildest form, simply to connect better to the opposite sex.

Why, I've seen females who are unable to understand other peoples' emotions (even when its practically announcing itself), who cannot makeout any sort of indications from another guy, and I am not saying subtle ones, and who are all but unable to even consciously generate strong emotions.

Yeah, sure, I've just seen a fraction of humanity, lived for a small no. of years till now, and am a self confessed failure when it comes to showing/observing/understanding emotions. But I can't really reject things I see, can I?

Maybe its for some female to open up my eyes. Show me what other females do, emotionally speaking. Or maybe, its upto me to teach someone a thing or two about it.

Make up or live out?

Make up or live out?

I recently turned 21. Whoa! Sounds like I am pretty grown up, does it not? 21 years is quite an age… its three years into adulthood, an age which turns boys into men, an age at which one can marry and take up responsibility… of his soul mate and his family… maybe even start one. I know a guy heading a rs. 6000 crore business who is younger than I am. I’ve heard about men who have made it big into life before they’ve turned 21… or even 20. A lot of careers have taken shape before teenage has gotten over.

People who are 21 are thought of as mature. At the very least, they are expected to be confident of themselves; of being comfortable with their identities; being somewhat aware of their abilities and limits.

I find that I am still looking out for most of these. I think I’ve yet to do so many things, live out so many fantasies… get to know more people and get to know many people better, understand them… build up my principles when it comes to dealing with them.

I think I should’ve turned 21 later… somehow freeze time and do all the things. Not that it is an ‘old’ age. Nor is this a feeling of ‘having missed out’ as people who grow old feel. I think an age of 21 deserves more things to have been done before its arrival.

When I come to it, really… 21?! So soon? I still feel like a kid… With no real wisdom, living each day as it comes, completely absenting any plans from my life whatsoever, getting intimidated so damn easily, going gaga over frivolous things and getting overexcited over nothings at all really.

To be honest, I like it. Actually, I love it... I cherish this kid. Deep down inside, I know that I don’t want to grow up. Doesn’t real fun in life lie in being free, without boundaries, without concerns? Is their a better way to live… one that can be as enjoyable as a kid’s life?

Sometimes I feel that I should be more ‘rough-n-tough’, be more responsible and be able to take care of not just myself but also others who may need it. Yeah, nothing is wrong with that. But frankly, instead of just appearing rough and tough, I’d rather let myself become one with time. I hate to put up false appearances and hate those who put up one. I am the youngest one at home… in fact, youngest within my whole extended family, cushioned and kept in relative comfort of having nothing to look after. I’d like to change that, but that’s not top priority.

One ought to make up for things, but continue to look out for new ones. Confidence on one’s ability to tackle anything in life powers ambitions and fuels successes. It also gives you the power to get over defeats. Let’s go for that then. 21 or no 21, it’s only a statistic of age. What if one never really grows up? Keep the kid’s heart alive? Nurture that child in some hidden lobe of the brain? Sounds good to me!