Perfection:

Nothing is Perfect.

Someone has said so.

"The race to perfection doesn't have a finish line."

Yeah, I agree but we always try to be perfect. I certainly did.

I'm not going to tell you how to be perfect in what you do. That hassle is for you to figure out all by yourself.

I will tell you what being perfect does to you and everything related to you.

What's it gonna do? Being perfect will be a dream come true.

I disagree. Nightmares are also considered dreams.

As I said earlier, it once was my dream to be perfect. I revelled in the thought of being so. Not anymore.

There are some irreversible changes made by just trying to be perfect, forget about being perfect.

If you want to be admired by faceless people, who you don't even remember their last names, you might even be worshipped by those people (No, I'm not kidding), go ahead and do all you can to be perfect, even though you will never be absolutely perfect.

If you want to be loved by the people, whose faces you remember even in your dreams (not nightmares), don't even think of trying to be perfect.

"Being perfect will only increase the rate of admiration, why the hell should I stop being perfect?" you might ask.

I remind you again, we are just trying to be perfect, not perfect. The answer to your question is in the question itself. Read it again. There is a huge difference between being adored and being loved, even adored doesn't mean loved. Oh well, I know you understand.

I say this because, once we try being perfect, with each and every way we mould ourselves into being perfect, people around us admire us while people closer to us respect us. Its all good but the admiration hides a dark face and so does the respect. The dark face of admiration is Envy and the dark face of respect is Negligence.

I can see eyebrows raising and lips mumbling. Even though people admire you being perfect (not perfect, but more than they are), there dwells Envy in them that they are unable to be someone like you and Envy can be dangerous. You can deny this, I won't mind.

The respect grown over you will transform into something of a standard for you and you will be looked with that standard as par. With every passing event, the Negligence makes the par baseless, making whatever you do as expected already and you have just met the expectations. Don't misunderstand me, you are still respected and held in their hearts but as a completely different person. Your close ones still love you but differently, because you are a better being (atleast in their eyes). You can deny this too, I won't mind.

As I have learnt, Denial is a Prime nature of beings with self Consciousness. If you deny this, well, I won't mind even now, what with Denial being a Prime nature and all.

Finally, trying to be perfect isn't a bad thing in the long shot, when you are not a people's person or somethng related to that. I wasn't too, until I started trying to be perfect. Now it's been long since trying to be perfect but still, the damage was done already (even though I wouldn't consider it a damage, being once, not a people's person). I'm now trying to find a balance in-between before the changes turn permanent (I still think there is a chance. How stupid of me!)

The choice is yours at the end, however. I'm sot assisting you in choosing between choices but stating the consequences after a definite time period. The choice is yours (Huh, how elusive and illusive?! Yeah, I can be deceiving).

P.S.: Race to perfection does have a finish line. It's when you choose not to try to be perfect anymore.

What The Hell Is Wrong With These Guys - I?

A Story.....

        A boy missed one of his best friends from school. They haven’t met since college began. The boy missed her too much and felt compelled to call her that day. Instinct(?). The phone rang and she picked it after a few rings. How happy the boy felt at that moment? The boy could say she was pleased with his call too from her too obviously excited voice. General conversations took place for a few minutes. The boy was listening to her intently. She stopped at one point. Both of them spoke silently with no words. Moments later, the boy asked her, “What’s wrong, sis?”

       “Yeah, we’ll talk about it. Can we meet someday?” The boy always made time for his close friends almost most of the time and this wasn’t an exception. They planned to meet at another one of their friends’ home the same weekend. The boy picked her up and they walked together to the friends’ home. She didn’t talk about what they were supposed to talk about in that specific meeting. They reached the place. This girl, the friends’ home they are meeting, was a close friend to both the bro and the sis. (For others, they’re friends but what they felt between them was kinship). They talked all about what friends talk when they meet after a long time. Not a word about the problem. After a couple hours, they started and the boy walked her back to her home. Now she started.

       “He’s becoming a problem, bro.” She was referring to her EX. He broke up with her during the last year of high school because he wanted to flirt with another girl of the same class and also a close friend of her. That girl was just socializing and after high school, she shifted to some other district for higher studies. (Both girls don’t talk to each other anymore.) Chapter closed.

       Two years into college, he started talking to this girl, again. She was well over him, thanks to the guy who gave her love at his best, if not perfect but she felt a responsibility to make sure he did good in his studies (he wasn’t even at his average) because of the oath she took to herself when his mother died 4 years ago. He was trying to make up with her again; in the worst way. He tried his charm over her. When it didn’t quite work out as he expected, aggressive moves kicked in.

       Quoting the memories of the past, questioning her current love, forcing her to talk to him and share everything with him. Like this is not enough, he tagged with one of his friends and tripled his efforts. Pestering her to call him whenever she has to go out, so that he could go with her instead of the guy. The attacks turned pivotal when he started to insult her and her love with sly wit.

       “Is it because of money or his charm or something else?” She sounded stumped when she quoted this question.

       She had asked him about the affair he had with her close friend during school. “That was just a passing cloud.” (Seriously?! Yes, he said that.) She has gone suicidal one day and even tried to hang herself, when her mom wasn’t home. Something has stopped her; the boy didn’t want to know what was it but was just happy & felt relieved that it stopped her.

       “Don’t answer him or his friend if they ask you questions anymore. Question them back. Like, ‘Why should I tell you?’, ‘Who are you to ask that?’ etc., I know him very well. He’s too proud. He’ll never take it for long but promise me never to think negatively.” The boy said confidently & she promised. The boy called her exactly after a week. Her voice had turned to the childish shrill it always was.

       “Thank you so much, bro. You’re a genius. It’s working & I’m enjoying myself in doing so.”

P.S.: She got married 4 months after college, happily. To the guy; not the EX.

Old & Well Controlled (Strict) India......

A Story......

          There was a man. He had a wife who was a heart patient. They had a son. The son was 25. He was good, if not perfect. He had a job. The story about this family is:

     'The man had an affair a few years ago. The wife heard about it. As an average Indian woman, she talked with her relatives & neighbors. The superstitious India came in. She went to some priest and got a resolution from him worth her money or so she thought. To everyone's expectations, the man turned good. He seemed to have forgotten about his affair after all. He did all the household chores to help his wife get her required rest each & everyday after that.'

     'One day early in the morning, a woman living in the next home came to that man and said, "My son might be working late today. I want to know how long he'll take. I don't have a mobile. So give him your number or your wife's number, so that he'll be able to inform me." Being more than an average good man, he gave her both the numbers on his display. The mother couldn't read small texts. The son was sleeping like most of the boys at their twenties do.'

     'She woke him up. He lifted his head half-heartedly. She told him to save both the numbers in his mobile. Cursing inside, he did so, without any choice. He didn't call to intimate his mom late that night, but that's another story. He saved the man's number. Then he typed the wife's number. As he did so, he tilted his head up a little. He saw 5 characters typed in the place to save the person's number. Once he saw the name, he woke up completely. He smiled to himself, not of happiness but of bitterness. He said to himself, "People don't change that easy." He strictly believed in what he said. He stored the numbers & gave the mobile away.'

End of Story......

Now you might wonder what are those 5 characters that disturbed him. What was the name, the wife's number was saved under?

""DEVIL""

Surprised?!?!?!

P.S. :   As far as the boy knows, and he is a little more than investigative, the affair is still on.....

For all that is Love - I......

Thou shallst never feel my love...

When thee feel it as I do,

Thou might break your life.

I doth need your heart, but not

Thy life, as I love you......


P.S.: I never wanted you. I never needed you. I just loved you.