The Questionable Us

It was a lovely Sunday morning , the sun shone brightly signifying the beginning of the Indian summer. the clock struck half past nine. the three of us, my mom, dad and I were sitting in the living room downstairs. A few minutes later my mom asked me if I could go and dry the blankets that she had put for wash earlier that morning. I, a constantly lazy being, reluctantly agreed and unwillingly walked up to the terrace at the slowest pace.

The thought of summer is all too nice and rosy. isn’t it? when its winter we want summer. We want to soak ourselves under the blazing sun. Well let me remind you again, this image of summer is just our thoughts. But when our apparently favorite season does come around, all us ideal, intellect humans start complaining yet again . but this time it’s the heat not the cold. that’s just how we are isn’t it? Its just HUMAN NATURE.

So me, being just another human in this wide wide world, obviously got annoyed just as I stepped out onto the terrace. The brightness was blinding. I shaded my eyes with my hand and went towards the little cabinet where the washing machine was kept. Just as I began spreading the blankets across the nylon clothes line, a seemingly normal activity caught my eye, in the small settlement behind our house. A girl probably just as old as me, or maybe lesser, was also drying clothes. Not in the terrace but on a string tied to two concrete pillar-like structures of their unfinished house foundation. She was also singing a song while doing the chore.

While to others this may seem like just another person doing a very ordinary activity, to me it was amusing. Not the activity, but the girl’s contentment. On the terrace of my villa there was me, whining about having to do a simple task and just behind there was the girl, singing along and joyously doing the very same task.

That’s what is happiness. Being satisfied and able to deal with everything that life throws at you without any warning or notification. What I saw that day was like a mirror image. Instead of reflecting back an inverted image of the same world, I could see a better, HAPPIER, HIGH SPIRITED, OPTIMISTIC world. One in which money was just a need and not a want.

The above described world has now become a utopian idea—- desired by all but fulfilled by none. Yes once upon a time it was achievable but after advancements in technology, us intelligent beings have discovered our capabilities, the wonders we can create, the opportunities we can exploit. But little were we aware that this very discovery, in the long run would turn into greed, jealousy, ego and esteem.

No matter how much one may deny it, us humans are money monsters. Jealousy and ego govern us and greed is what drives us to success. Be it just a test paper of 20 marks or a job with a monthly salary of 20,000. to us it is all one and the same. MORE is what we crave for.

If learning was our aim and developing was our goal, the world as we know it, would become an entirely different place. One which people would nurtured care for. One without the pessimism or other negative aspects. Utopian the idea may be, yet what was once achievable with minimal resources can always be , if not fully at least MOSTLY achieved in today’s progressive era.