I had started this blog almost two years back but I had not posted anything before this. This was mainly because of my apprehension regarding expressing my feelings through a platform and mainly fearing the negative responses which would have broke my spirits. But as it is said, time brings us to a position where we lose that power to reason with ourselves and so I am taking this leap of faith and starting my blog with this very first topic that is titled ‘Home’. This is just my thought process and I am not here to question anybody’s beliefs or emotional thought process, whether someone accepts my thinking or not is totally on the discretion of the reader and I do not expect you to accept or reject it.
So, what do we think when we hear the word home? If you ask me, the definition of home is maybe the place where I first resided. My mind gets flooded with the earliest and the oldest of pictures of the home we used to live in when I was maybe 2-3 years old. I still remember very scantly, pictures and moments spend there followed by the people around there. This is followed by the later stages of my life all in a bundle, mixed and in a bunch as if it was hardly important which is followed at the end by the most recent memories, last two years probably which is again containing a wide variety of incidents, people and feelings associated with those moments.
Why this wide spectrum of emotions based on just one word? Why isn’t there a single specific memory that defines the concept of home as simply as it is described by any english dictionary in the planet. This is because ‘home’ is not just a concept or a place or a situation. It is a bundle of emotions or feelings which has been invested in chunks at a certain stage of our life and in small parts in the other stages. When we think of a ‘home’, it is actually very difficult to clearly establish a meaning in our own mind just like the way I have not been able to explain it from my perspective till now through all these lines.
In contrast to the western society, we do not generally leave home right after we become adults. There is a reluctance among maximum people to leave the shade of our parents and live on our own, and even if we do, we keep a part of ourselves in that ‘house’ which keeps pulling us back until we reach a stage where we do not feel the same connect with the place anymore. The streets, the people, the building, the room, the bed, all of them which were once part of our daily chores becomes just a figment of our imagination. We do make it a point to always be connected to those people through technology, but does that come anywhere close to the physical connect?? Maybe no!
In all these years, I feel that I have met a large number of people and I feel this because I seldom forget people even if it is someone whom I might have met for a brief period of time. So what I could perceive from their thought processes is that the concept of a family and a home is totally different. Some may feel that home is a feeling and it keeps changing like the way our equations with people keeps changing every moment, but in reality the emotions that one associates with a home actually diminishes after a point till it reaches a stage where we do not long to go back and stay in that place anymore.
India being a developing country for a decade now, the opportunities one might get in this country may not be at par to what one might get in any western country. So, there is a growing trend among the youth to move out of the country at the earliest opportunity they get. Sometimes I really want to put myself in their place and go through their emotions while packing the bags before leaving home or while getting up from that bed for one last time or while travelling to the airport and peeping out through the window appreciating the beauty of the city sleeping on its past glories, for probably the very first time over the years, or the feeling of accomplishment one gets while coming back to home once throughout the year during a festival. That whirlwind of emotions might just be too much for me to take but it is not the same for certain people.
The problem does not lie in the fact that one has to leave their abode and move out into the world, to face everything on their own, but the problem is the lack of appreciation for the things left behind in the course of time. We are gradually moving into a stage where emotions are diminishing. Blame it on technology or the society, but it is actually interesting to see how we felt for people maybe five years back is not the same now. Our thought process is changing( probably evolution of our minds just the way our body evolved). The best example of this can be seen in social media itself. Everyday we see thousands of pictures of war across Syria, Libya, Congo, Afghanistan, Tibet and many other places but our level of compassion is not the same for the victims of the war across all these places. We conveniently choose whom to feel for and whom to not feel for even though the atrocities they face are similar. We choose to spread the propaganda which best suits our ideologies or which suits the side we support.
From a sphere of ‘us’ to a sphere of ‘me’, we are all evolving into smart individuals who think from the brain rather than from the heart. Sophia, the very first humanoid robot who received the citizenship of Saudi Arabia recently is actually like an irony towards the society. Someday we will turn into humanoids without any feeling, with just intelligence just like Sophia, with zero compassion for each other, killing and butchering mentally and physically others who might not have a belief similar to us. This is exactly what is lacking in all of us today and the bad thing is that it keeps increasing everyday, every moment when we grow sick and tired of the things around us.
It takes a moment to appreciate what we have around us so why don’t we try doing it? All of us face problems in life, problems we hardly have anyone to share with, but why don’t we just try finding an alternative without concentrating on ‘our’ problems always. The value of relationships does not reside on how we are connected to people or our equations with people, rather it depends on the length we are ready to go to, to keep in touch with those people, the family which really matters to us. It does not necessarily mean calling them or talking to them everyday, but thinking about them everyday will change our perception of life to a certain extent. Coming out of that ‘me’ bubble and having a bit of compassion towards ‘others’ is extremely necessary for anyone who feels there is a lack in purpose in their life. However successful you might be, if you do not know how to appreciate the beauty of a family, of a home, you would never learn to be at peace with the situations around you.