Today's Theme: People
“There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.”-Jane Austen
I have a love-hate relationship with people. Yes, you read that right! I love to observe people but I hate interacting with them. When I was a child, I was a painfully shy girl, almost always sitting in the corner, in my own world. But what I did was observe people, watch how they react, watch them speak when their expressions belied something else. For example, when my aunt (my father’s sister) asked my mother’s opinion on her new sari, my mother would heap praises on how lovely she looked, whereas her expression suggested that she had never set her eyes on anything more heinous. From a small age I understood that people usually have a mask on their face to hide their real feelings and I didn’t understand why. That is until I grew up too!
I have had my share of experiences with some really obnoxious people and I generally tend to avoid them like plague. But what I really hate is blatant liars, on-the-face liars, people who know that you know that they are lying but will stick to their version of truth. Phew! Now, that sounded complex.
I remember an incident from my childhood. I must have been in 5th Grade and I had a friend, Anju, who was pretty close to me. My uncle’s home was nearby to my school, so every afternoon I used to walk to my uncle’s home for lunch and my friend, Anju, whose home fell on the way, used to walk with me. Anju, had a younger sister, Anita, who used to tag along with us on some days. One day we were walking, Anju and I, laughing merrily at something that happened in school, when all of sudden Anita started crying.
We were confused and Anju tried placating her kid sister and asked her the reason why she was crying. Anita pointed to me and said that I had slapped her in school and I had physically abused her for no apparent reason.
I was shocked beyond words. I had never met Anita in school so we both knew that she was lying but I was not able to convince Anju about her sister’s lying. Even to this day, I don’t know why Anita lied, maybe she was jealous of the friendship that I shared with her sister or maybe she just plain crazy. But that one small lie ruined a beautiful friendship between two girls.
I also hate human tendency to judge other people, to criticize unessentially, this need to pull down other people to pave path for their own success. I hate back-stabbing people. I have only a few couple of friends but with these friends, I can tell them my darkest secrets and trust them to keep it to themselves. I don’t open up easily with people whom I have met only a few times. In fact I usually clam up in a crowd. Most of the days I wish to be alone at house with my solitude, but with a 2 year old daughter and her gang of friends this is close to impossible in our home.