Thursday, April 19, 2012

Long, Distant Relationships

One thing technology and whatever that kept happening on the world political stage that plausibly would have set in the age of globalization, have done is make the world a small place. It definitely keeps hopes high, the Promised Land is certainly somewhere close, "at hand"! There has got to be a person that would make life meaningful, and thanks to Edison and whoever that was who invented the Internet, chances of "chancing upon" such a person have increased exponentially. Although, no consolation that is! I only know as many people, who in the course of our interaction, I only wished I hadn't. And the only interactions I have had with these chanced encounters I have no qualms in wishing away, were through wireless connections that float around me, that I breathe, take in and that surround me! Very romantic to live life vicariously through signals, electromagnetic waves, fibre optics, et al.
Oh the darned Internet! And the despicable mobile phone! Thanks to these, I live, not in the here and the now, but in a metaphysical sphere, that often overpowers my present, because it entirely draws its victuals from the enticements of a future perfected! Enticements nonetheless. For how long could someone relinquish their present day, talking, chatting, dreaming, desiring and then immediately deferring it to a future which is incessantly promised, and sadly never realized. The sheer waiting, the palpitating corporeality of so much at stake, the unwavering supernatural faith in the good of all things, how innocently they all get murdered in cold blood. The chimera, like all others, breaks, and then the existentialist crisis cracks down like a thundering of an angry Jove up there, and I, poor thing, caught in the midst of it, simply crash and burn!
Yes, the sad truth about long distance relationship is that they are doomed from the word "go". Its a slow poison, that drips down like an acid, drop by drop, on your hope- that is strung taut at both the ends of the world which the two lovers inhabit, and though it is the only thing which connects them, it breaks inch by inch, atom by atom... moment by moment. Its like, being left at the crossroads of life by a "phantom" of a person, a person you don't even know exists in the voice you hear from the other end. Life seems like a dream turned nightmare. And you wake up suddenly because the nightmare got too unbearable to endure, wondering if the dream was real and vehemently wishing the nightmare wasn't, knowing fully well, its the unreality of both that pierces like a blinding light into the darkness which suddenly has come upon you. There's no point in asking "why", because there is no answer to it.
To the say the very least, it is devastating! Nothing hurts more than a hope gone in vain, nothing leaves someone more caustic than earnestness gone waste. It kills something inside, as the final nail in the coffin! It aches, and it goes sore, and it has to be left unattended because that moment when the relationship has decayed to its very core, you realize it was meant to. Not a healthy state of being! Not something you bargained for in the first phases of high hopes!
Its the times! We have become impossibly connected, and yet ever so alienated. We come close, only to see the ugly side of things, and then run back in repulsion and horror, like scared little children. Its the times, that this alienation from one another has caused a corresponding alienation within ourselves - the incommensurability of actions and words. When in a world, words don't account for actions, its utter imbecility to bank on promises! Life teaches you things, and you learn the hard way!
Well, you (wo)-man-up! You gather yourself, get a grip and walk steadfastly down the road you had chosen. Its an indelible scar, and you bear it well, like a medallion - a  reminder of the times you probably thought you were knocked out for good, but then you survived nonetheless! It didn't kill you. It just chastised the idiot in you! You emerge out saner, less of a frantic in your head, a little of cynic and a good amount of skepticism ingrained to check any reckless associations.
You start valuing the present, because it is all you have. yes, present is all that is there- to life, to relationships, to career - the very here and the now. The today, which is the only thing offering itself up to you, in full faith and absolute surrender- at your service. Its rude to let it go for an elusive future, which elides the present for all practical purposes, and gets converted into a past you wish you never had.
So say thanks to the thundering Jove, and trod on! The world remains a small place, and that special someone is just at hand, mobile phones or no! The Internet or no!

Keep your hopes high! It takes efforts but they are all worth it!


  1. Loved it. Your words have a long lasting impact. I wish you write for films. I wish I could watch it on the big screen. I wish I could hear your words through those characters ... We come close, Yes we do, but only to see the ugly side of things .... Amazing, Vasavi ... Your "thing" with words, your "thing" with relationships, your "thing" with people ... Hats off ...I love . I love every bit of it ...

  2. Very nice. I didn't think you had it you xD

  3. Eh, what about a quick grammar check there ^^^? The Christ you killed, may just resurrect? :P

    Btw, Thanks,for basically having the patience to go thru my blog. The thing I seem to invariably have lost!