A heartfelt conversation over a cuppa chai with a male pal got me really pensive again, when he mentioned about his rejecting a prospective alliance on the stupid grounds of she not being a virgin, which according to him was a deciding factor despite the rest everything being absolutely ‘Perfect’ (In his words) about her.
Before I pour in any thoughts on this never ending topic of debate about what’s the issue about the small tissue, I have a few questions that I need an answer for.
Don’t we all need someone who appreciates the little little things that we do? Let’s be honest, we all have ample number of losers around us who are either jealous of us (or even hate us) or are too keen on pin pointing at our imperfections. And trust me, we are all way better off without their presence in our lives, ‘coz all we need is someone who would love us despite these imperfections. Someone who appreciates and admires not the talent that the entire world is a fan of (Yes, all of us are blessed with something extraordinary that can attract millions of followers, so believe in yourself and hone it ! :) ), but us, for who we are, we as a person, a jig-saw puzzle made out of putting together a whole lot of asymmetrical pieces. The amount of push that these few words/gestures of appraisal might give you in life is immense. Immense beyond your ability to even comprehend. It’s a different high altogether. Every time my guy tells me, “You’re beautiful !”, I start beaming with confidence. My hips attune themselves to the tic-toc of my heels as I walk with my head held high. :)
Don’t you think perfect is too trite and ummm boring? Just think about it. If everything, everyone around us was perfect, creativity, the term, and it’s fellow synonyms would have never found a place in the English Thesaurus. There would be nothing to laugh at (Cmon, there is no such thing as a perfect joke or a perfect comedian), or to wonder about. No room for improvement, no zeal to rise high and touch the sky. Everything would be so grounded and low, so mediocre, yet PERFECT !
So many pointless things we do everyday, every hour. Things that will make absolutely no sense tomorrow morning when we wake up from the hangover. The pointless things that you would pay no mind to as they somehow draw you away from being perfect. But don’t you think it’s these pointless things that you did at a given time, that made you laugh, experience immense joy and if captured right on time (for facebook photos) actually imprinted a memory in your head that you will always wanna go back to and smile? :) Remove everything pointless from an imperfect life and it’d even lose it’s imperfection.
Well, let’s see, what’s perfect? Umm something that has a set pre-conceived pattern which is supposed to be the ‘best’. Don’t you think that’s hypocrisy? Come on, let’s be a little rational. Who in the first place planted this notion of ‘perfect’? Not you, not me, but some dumbfuck who had zero imagination and thought this is it. I can’t do better than this. And here we go, let’s fix it right here and coin it as ‘perfect’. And who gave him this authority to do, aah! only good lord knows. Oh wait a minute, is God perfect either? As per the Hindu mythology, Lord Krishna had multiple flings and he apparently made out with a couple of women apart from his wife and didnt even have the balls to marry the love of his life. For Christ’s sake, Lord Shiva, the coolest god of them all, always trusted in weed. So yea, who are we fooling here ! (PS: I am an atheist and these views are expressed not to hurt any religious sentiments of whosoever but just to draw an analogy.)
Had I been perfect, I ‘wonder’ this post would have never been up on this blog. So many things to write, so many stories to tell. if I would only find the right outlet, heated thoughts and ideas would gush out like lava, congealing into a steady stream of inventive works, the likes of which the world would love to devour. Something so right, something perfect ! But that wont happen. The words that seem perfect to me might just have no meaning for you.
So why the fuss of being perfect, having perfect, doing perfect, looking perfect, and loving the perfect? How about adding some spice to life? How about shaking hands with the real that’s basking victoriously in it’s imperfect sense of being?
Hey, remember how the social media world went berserk when Anushka Sharma got a lip job done in order to seek ‘the perfect lips’ but she fell flat on face (literally! LOL :D. Ok, now stop thinking about the ugly duckling and read on.)
Perfection is a state of mind. Push it off your hind. Come, let’s fall in love with the imperfect ! :)
'We are all a little weird, and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness, and call it love' ~Dr. Seuss