How many of us really know the people around us? Or TRY to know them? Do we know their background? Their origin? The story which has shaped them up? The “teddy-bear” which some of my dainty girl-‘friends’ sleep with, each night, has a political origin. Theodore (Teddy) Roosevelt, the 26th president of the United States, is the person responsible for giving the teddy bear his name. How many of us knew this? How many of us TRIED to find out?
A fast-paced world where one has to be either a Rakhi Sawant or an Osama Bin Laden to expect our attention, doesn’t really motivate us enough to look for extraordinary tales around us. Look around, every person has a story to tell. There’s always more to it than it seems (us girls have this annoying habit to think this way, I know!).
I try to read people. It is strangely appealing to ‘read’ them rather than ‘judge’ them. People sometimes, can be walking-talking books. Like pieces of literature open to debates in our minds. Some of them are fairly simple to read. Some of them are complex enough to rattle your brains while you try to understand them. There are characters within characters. It’s a feeling of achievement when I peel off one layer at a time, closer to the core. Sorry, I got carried away. But zooming out, I see people around me as sources of knowledge. Knowledge about their lives gives me a fair idea about my own. I make mental notes and graphs of the course of lives they’re leading. I smile to myself when random lines evolves into patterns and I can extrapolate them.
One can’t look into his/her own future but can learn a lot from others’ past. Try observing people more. Try to think of the situations which might have led to certain behaviour in them. It’s a game for me- a very intriguing one! I am no psychiatrist or psychologist. It is out of my free will. The better I get at it, the better I understand myself. The aim is, to gain enough knowledge about others’ behaviour to view one’s life in an objective light. The aim is- to learn to laugh at it…..to move on…
A fast-paced world where one has to be either a Rakhi Sawant or an Osama Bin Laden to expect our attention, doesn’t really motivate us enough to look for extraordinary tales around us. Look around, every person has a story to tell. There’s always more to it than it seems (us girls have this annoying habit to think this way, I know!).
I try to read people. It is strangely appealing to ‘read’ them rather than ‘judge’ them. People sometimes, can be walking-talking books. Like pieces of literature open to debates in our minds. Some of them are fairly simple to read. Some of them are complex enough to rattle your brains while you try to understand them. There are characters within characters. It’s a feeling of achievement when I peel off one layer at a time, closer to the core. Sorry, I got carried away. But zooming out, I see people around me as sources of knowledge. Knowledge about their lives gives me a fair idea about my own. I make mental notes and graphs of the course of lives they’re leading. I smile to myself when random lines evolves into patterns and I can extrapolate them.
One can’t look into his/her own future but can learn a lot from others’ past. Try observing people more. Try to think of the situations which might have led to certain behaviour in them. It’s a game for me- a very intriguing one! I am no psychiatrist or psychologist. It is out of my free will. The better I get at it, the better I understand myself. The aim is, to gain enough knowledge about others’ behaviour to view one’s life in an objective light. The aim is- to learn to laugh at it…..to move on…
