Yesterday, I was talking to a school friend. We hadn’t been in touch for a long time. No doubt this lockdown has had a few good things to offer too.
He started the conversation by calling me with my surname, in school very few called me with my first name.
And suddenly that very moment, just a word which was my own surname changed everything. That conversation took me in to memory lane. We were both reminding ourselves of the mischief we were up to in school. We also talked about the little dreams we had seen through our limited understanding of the real world. Those dreams were much bigger than our goals today. Which maybe ‘today’ was not allowing us to see.
I was a different me in that conversation, just a few words and some old memories from my own life was making me look at my self through a different lens. My entire self was refreshing those memories and my brain was showing me a different interpretation of my self than what I was holding today.
We all live this life with our capacity to interpret information around us and most times we all perceive things quite differently from one another.
Have you ever realised that people who met you in different stages of life or even same stage and different situations of life, might know you differently? For Some you are an attention seeker and for some you are an introvert who lives in his own world.
Not only others, even we interprete ourselves differently in different times.
Suddenly, I was a much more confident me, maybe a better version of my self. Mentally I was living those days, days before I started looking at myself through the eyes of everyone else but mine.
Again, I wanted to run back home as fast as could leaving all the stress of exams behind, to tell mom everything else we did in school and ask her questions to satisfy my curiosity about the new profession I choose for myself when I grow up. Almost, every week we would talk about a different possibility.
And then my friend’s cellphone battery got drained and the call got disconnected. I realized, I was already home, lockdown was holding everyone at home and all the dreams were locked in the room of so called reality.
“Hardest reality is accepting the reality! ~ Joker”
Realising that there was nothing much that I can do about my curiosity now, I opened my Facebook.
Facebook is a bank of friends with all the variety of assets in the world, each one of them is seeing me through what I post on my wall. Their opinions about me are limited to what I show them about my life, but similarly I have many opinions too. We all are connected but there is a possible disconnect with reality.
” People see what they want to see and what people want to see never has anything to do with the truth ~ Roberto Bolano.”
These days, social media is filled with news of lockdown and its impacts.
As I am scrolling through my wall, I can see posts varying from how a particular community is responsible for spreading corona to how a set of people are stupid because of their simple collective actions to get the feel of togetherness to tell everyone that they are not alone.
Some are blaming China and some are blaming our own government for letting danger enter this country.
One situation and may be one source of information, which is available to everyone equally but just how we are interpreting that information is allowing us to form our perception. In real life we felt so close to someone but that one Facebook post is almost forcing us to dislike that person or at least to write an angry or even an hate comment to let them know, you are wrong !
Well, there is nothing much that we can really change but if we can just understand that the differences between us is our perception then we might feel differently again. There was something between us in the first place which made us friends, that something might make us feel connected to each other in life again.
We might see things the way they are and get a better perception of life.
We all are heroes in our own story and we naturally fight with the hero of another story. A hero in one story becomes a villain in another. In India, we worship lord Rama as a hero who killed Ravana, but in a story told in Srilanka, Ravana is a hero!