Things we blog about are not unfamiliar to people and yet when they read it, it's indeed unknown to them for the first time. But the familiarity is what makes the read content quite plausible, credible, believable. And as and when you read and read stuff written by a person, you almost know what was going on in the author's mind when s/he was writing this; what s/he meant; and the connection between the reader and the authors is strengthened. Just like that. Quite a just and sensible mode, to connect the familiar with the unknown, so to speak.
To come to think about it, blogging is only a thousand ways we communicate to people and make our selves known. Though this entry is not meant to be a sermon although its kind of getting into that trajectory, this semi-visible shape is actually misleading, yet necessary. Because I've been trying to fight certain depressive thoughts of late, and when you are busy contending the dampers, and multitasking as to how to put up the best front, it's better to lay it all out and be organized.
Just so.
So.......it hurts beyond you could have ever guessed, when people you assume to be your brother....err no...a "friend" thinks of you nothing beyond a co-conspirator. Or, a gossiper. Especially when you used to share (and just be there in general...for) un-bare-able pains and scratches of everyday life. Nope...listen to their not-to-be-bared scratches. Talk about stuff in general......stuff. Which you can't write about in emails but which stays with you when you go to sleep and remains there till you brush it off in the morning while getting out. Now, all this is quite familiar. You the reader and me the writer exactly know what I'm saying. And these things happen, right? Shit happens...and I should know. I really, really should, If ever there were one person out there who would have known this.
And how is one supposed to behave? How is one supposed to show or not show the real feelings? As in all probabilities, as manifest in their behaviour, the other side has gone past the relationship and is too indifferent or excruciatingly malevolent to go and hurt you further. So do you get defensive against your own kin? For people who have slept under your roof as you ensured they are warm, ate what you cooked for them and have toppled over when everybody was laughing? What do you do when they hurt you?
Get over them? As and because they have got over you and pointed their fingers at you which are tainted in blood no less?
Admittedly, blood is thicker than water.
And assuredly so, it is tougher to wash it away.....especially when it is old blood, and dried up.
But ah well...you know the deal.....don't you? We all know each other and everybody bloody effing knows what each one of us is, what each of us can do and what each of us will never do.
I for one, have learnt my lesson, and the hard way. Lesson learnt is a darned good thing especially when it comes from people extremely sacrosanct and though I'm not glad that things had to be like it
is (and how magnificently history repeated itself in just one exact year)....................probably, whatever happens, happens for good. At least this idiomatic expression helps us accept things and endure stuff, before you are
actually able to move on, so that later on....you could watch and accept and be unfazed by the history repeating again. In one year.
Oh...
this song says it all too.
Lyrics given below in case you skipped it:
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
And everybody knows that it's now or never
Everybody knows that it's me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when you've done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows
And everybody knows that the Plague is coming
Everybody knows that it's moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there's gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows
And everybody knows that you're in trouble
Everybody knows what you've been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Everybody knows it's coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Oh everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
Happy Birthday to this friend of mine. The past years of laughter and warmth has trickled down today and it's not possible to forget the moments. People say I have great memory. Of people and things that went before. And I'll never lose affection....in my life ....I love you more.
s candidates. Social capital or not, and me being a researcher and covert preacher of it or not, this whole vote-to-change-the-holy-world business is utterly bemusing, to say the least. When exercising choice over life situations is limited to two binary degrees of freedom, with a third gray area thrown as consolation, voting people to heal circumstances who almost inevitably would take to heels, is perhaps nature's way of making it a dark irony.
