The Emotional Side

“There’ll be no sunlight if I lose you baby, There’ll be no clear skies if I lose you baby....Don’t just say goodbye”

Heard that song by Bruno Mars? It has a lot of relevance when we find someone who’s really complement to our soul and thinking. It can be anyone, or anything we find peace at, whom we feel a part of ourselves. I here share a utopian story preconceived in my and minds of many more, which goes as : The events fell in like a lace of festoons, with strange heavenly beads spread all across. Firstly what fascinated me in that ‘Complementary Soul’ (I’ll prefer calling it CS) was her cultural richness that turned out to be magnetic to my thoughts. Indians are actually obsessed with culture you see. Whether it be shown in the festivities they jolly or at religious places, cultural richness makes Indian people more Indian, complete. I too believed in culture then, now which I have underpinned through a richer experience.

 So, I got charmed by the CS when she drew the first rangoli by herself. It is said that politeness is an ornament of women, and now I was seeing what I had heard from my elders. The utopian image of any cultured lass was so fitting into her material body; I could hardly mark out any difference. Then at another instance when I savoured some Indian dishes made by her, the words ‘this person is so me’ echoed, now with a sound greater than a sonic boom. I know that the CS too might have thought the same, but never expressed. 

We spent days with our families together, shared laughs together, and the life in this microcosm became a universe to me. Even after returning from the vacations we had, this small town had its indelible mark on my itinerary. From a dot on the map, suddenly it became one of the dots needed in my life. Until now, I imagined myself to be a strong person emotionally, but these times proved the power emotions had. It’s also a believed notion that when emotional side increases the rational side in the brain cells decreases, hence I made myself possessed by her, and her thoughts only, like a peacock that danced only when her memories poured.

Diamond cuts diamond, gold melts gold. Hence in our case too, it was culture only I guess, that could not tolerate a tryst between us. Being from two families with their own dignity and stature in the society, even the thought of getting along together for the rest of our lives seemed to be excruciating. Hence without even saying it to each other, we sensed it not to be poetic breaking the family traditions and hence to continue with the values we’d been imbibed with from our conceptions in human forms, humane to the culture. When we were forced by morals to sift, it was painful. I felt the skies drawing near, close enough to crush me by their invisible force. What would one feel like if a person lost his body part, or to say the very soul, I could have explained it then. I felt that emotions were stronger but the overpowering of the culture over emotions was inevitable. The macrocosm remained unchanged, but these instances brought about a change in the world of my imagination. I started thinking life more as a liability than as an asset. It was as if we were straightjacketed by the despotic tenets enshrined by our ancestors, unintelligible ideally in the present times.

I woke up to realise that it was all dream and nothing like this ever happened in reality. Well, whatever it was, now if anyone asked me the order of strengths among culture, you and emotions, the culture weighs down the other two. This one dream changed my intuitions about emotionality and actually how human this character is, often slipping in revolt to the traditions, leaving the decisions on the shoulders of pitiable minds.

P.S. I really love traditional Indian food, especially 'Chaklis'.