The Orientation
“Nikal Jao, Ma,....is ghar se chali jao...You have a sick mind, a filthy mind, jao...” Wow, I wish I could say all this (not the SAME things, but some things with the same thrust). More than a confession to anyone else, it was one to me. Did it make any difference to me or to someone else? I can’t say about anyone else but for me, it did. Not that it legitimised certain things but it did give a solid reason for their commission. It was one thing that ultimately got solved and someone has to be thanked for it. Thank you, Poopie. How does it go from here? I know, if seen in exclusion from everyone around me, it would be WOW. But that’s true for everyone. Everyone does something or the other because of an external push. But I can’t orient my life because of that external push. Sometimes, I wonder, whether there is an external push? Or is it something people say, “It depends from person to person” (I hate this line, it’s pathetic, sick and extremely clichéd but it is sadly, true). Mayb