That guy
This is a
true account. I have cautiously chosen to avoid extravagant narratives and
exaggerations in my…. well, you can term it as my confession.
Once upon a time, I was ‘that guy’. English language offers the perfect word for me – nonentity. The dictionary provides multiple interpretations – worthless, irrelevant, person of no importance.
Once I felt that astonishingly, all of these multiple interpretations applied to me.
These days, I am reading books on Bhagvad Geeta out of immense curiosity. Lord Krishna explains to Arjuna that the soul is indestructible. It goes through innumerable lifecycles each starting with birth and ending with death. Each lifecycle is absolutely tiny compared to innumerable lifecycles that the soul goes through. Then, there are millions of living beings on the earth. Arjuna, you shall accept to be a nonentity in the midst of millions of living beings including humans. Therefore, Arjuna should not fill his heart with the pride which might turn him into an egoistic and audacious person.
This was a spiritual perspective aimed to bring positive changes in Arjuna’s personality. So that Arjuna does not fight war under the strong influences of Sattva, Rajaa, Taama which would hinder his rational thinking.
My existence or refusal of my existence shall not be construed with the same spiritual perspective.
I want to take you back in times to my school days. Academic performance is paramount in the school days. Marks and grades are all that makes you happy in your school days. I have to confess that I was an average performer throughout my school education. Nowadays parents intensely monitor academic performance. Sometimes leading to hair twitching. Thankfully, I grew up in the most liberal environment. My parents never imposed their unfulfilled aspirations on me to deliver. They always accepted my average academic performance with a pat on my back. But, I could see some concerns lurking in them.
Parents of few of my friends would take immense interest to compare their kid’s academic performance with my performance. This was not a benchmarking exercise. Thus, comparison would provide enough fodder to those parents to ridicule my mediocre academic abilities.
If I earn more marks in some subjects though it was a rarity yet they would scorn my betterment claiming my school was always lenient towards students. Hence, ridiculous engagements with those parents were really excruciating.
I would feel that I am a nonentity. Good for nothing. Worthless. I wasn’t at all excited to spend time with my friends after those harsh and humiliating encounters. Rather I chose to stay home reading some books. I retracted like a tortoise retracting into the shell. When I told my parents about the ridiculous engagements then they exhorted me to ignore such people. Yet, it was very difficult for me to mitigate my pain.
Every semester, I became extremely worried on the results day. I would prefer to stay home for weeks after the results so that I could avoid those exasperating comparisons with my friends. But those condescending parents… well, it was akin to witch-hunting.
Friends are your universe in the school days. It is a just expectation that your friends count you in everything – birthday parties, playing together, watching movies. When your friends consider you as nonentity then it causes deeper agony. Apathy and detachment break your self-esteem. Regular neglect bolsters your submission that you are a nonentity.
I began believing
that I had no abilities whatsoever. I was a duffer in the school, a mediocre
sports person and overall, a dull guy. Lop-sided thoughts made me persistently
sad.
Though my parents detected the change in my behavior, they never considered that to be the spell of depression. Once, I was returning home from a library. I saw a slow learner boy of my age. He was struggling to throw a ball. More often, his throw would send the ball just a few feet away from him. I approached him to assist. He gave a sheepish smile. “Don’t worry. You are not alone. Seemingly, you and me have same intellect. I am a nonentity just like you. Everybody thinks that I am worthless. I am ugly looking. I am poor in my studies. I can’t play any sport”. I am not sure whether he grasped my expressions. However, he became boisterous. We laughed at each other for a very long time. Sometime later, his mom arrived to take him home. She was mighty pleased to see him laughing. She tightly held my hands “Son, how much must I thank you for bringing smile on his face? Please do meet him more regularly”. I would go out almost every evening to spend time with the newly found friend. I was elated. Least, I was appreciated by someone other than my parents.
The incidence infused confidence in me. It encouraged me to turn my attention to studies as it was the most important academic year, the board exam. I toiled really hard with an aim to secure better marks in the board exam to dispel the perception about me.
I must thank the almighty god. I passed the board exam with distinction. “Come on. You are someone” inner voice cheered me. This was the turning point in my life in terms of building my temperament. Since then, I have never been in the throes of depression.
In
retrospect, indeed my thoughts were lop-sided. However, the gripping depression
changes your mindset to think lop-sided. At times, the anger surges within you.
Not against the society. But, against yourself. You start hating your body,
your looks, your overall performance – sports, education, social mingling and
all. I was in the similar state for almost a year.
My
interaction with a slow learner boy was truly transcending for me. Blunt Puru |
datepuru@gmail.com | 3-May-2024