Voices

We all have voices in our heads. But they are mostly drowned. Intentionally or otherwise. After some two and half decades on this blue planet, I realised that I'm mostly surrounded by people who intenionally want to drown those voices. It's like everything they do or want has only one meaning. But it shouldn't be a big deal right? To each one his own. Unfortunately that isn't true. The noise levels have reached such high decibels that no can have a moment's silence anymore. Even if I want it as desperately as a hooker who wants to come.

And who am I to speak of silence? Well, I have lots of experience in that department. Four years in a fucking jungle is enough to wash away all your old memories and replace them with ones that can never be created elsewhere. You can gather the same set of friends, foes and comedians. But you can never recreate what you felt without that element of silence. Yes, looking back, we were all quite desperate to escape those voices even then. But there was no escape. And we all learnt lessons from that. Lessons which you can never learn here.

So now, memories replaced, friends faded, gumption jaded, I sometimes wonder. How easy is it to be a realist and an optimist at the same time?

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