Humans being Humans

I love to click and record things that are important to me. I wouldn't say that I'm a professional videographer or photographer. I have a very average phone camera and minimal storage space with even less camera skills. But shooting the people around me is something I do for the joy of my heart.

I love to observe people- and I do it almost subconsciously. I love the little things that make them THEM. I notice how they hold their coffee cups. I notice how they lean on the person next to them because they are comforted by their presence. I notice how their whole demeanour lightens up when someone they like enters the room. I notice how they fully concentrate on their food while eating and wouldn't even care if fireworks went around them. I notice how they laugh without any fear. I notice how they pout just that little when something goes against what they wished for. I notice it all and I love to capture all of it into a tiny little frame.

And it's all because I just love humans being humans.

You know, if you stop for a second and stare all around you, you will come to notice that maybe life is not all that complicated. We were put on this earth to love and to lose and to love again- to find beauty even when all the odds are against us. And you can see that every single person goes through it all. No one is spared from it. Not you or I or the person walking outside of your house right now. The smiling lady you see on the bus while commuting to college might have a whole lot of pain hidden inside of her. The rude girl with the headphones on might be texting her long-distance best friend and having her heart explode in utter joy. We try to conceal what we truly feel for vulnerability is scary to us. But if you look close enough, you will notice that lady's sleepy eyebags and chipped nails. If you closely enough, you will find that rude girl's lips to be slightly upturned as she keeps on tapping on her phone.

As the poets say, we bleed emotions.

And emotions are almost sacred to me. For I believe, a human is only ever truly one when he feels every feeling in the book. And every single one of those emotion is something I aspire to capture before my life ends. For it is proof that ultimately, we all are just.. humans, and it is okay to feel anything and everything.

Comments

The Significance of Jo March's Monologue in 'Little Women'

'Little Women', a classic novel by Louisa May Alcott was adapted into a movie under the direction of Greta Gerwig (one of my absolute favourite directors of all time) in the year 2019. It portrays the lives of four sisters- Jo, Meg, Beth, and Amy- navigating love, aspirations, and societal expectations during the Civil War era. The film beautifully captures their individual journeys and the evolving dynamics of sisterhood. Jo March, who is the second of the four March sisters, is the protagonist who aspires with every fibre in her to become a well-acclaimed writer. It's even more interesting how the character of Jo is actually based on Louisa May Alcott herself, making the story sort of a semi-autobiography. Played by Saoirse Ronan, Jo is portrayed as an extremely independent woman, challenging the gender roles and the restraints placed upon women in society. Even though the whole movie is something that strikes the very depths of our hearts, there is one particular monolo...

Lost in the Waves

Beaches have always been a favourite of mine. It's almost like the sea calls my name, beckoning me to embrace its folds. To throw myself into the waters and have no care in the world is something too special to me. Because when I'm neck-deep in there, I'm nothing. My weight against the force of the waves becomes irrelevant. And I'm not just speaking of the weight of my body but of my heart too. In fact, I think my heart is far more heavy than my body ever will be. After all, it is a museum of everything I have loved and lost and loved again. And the artefacts within it weigh down on me- it makes me slump my shoulders and drag my feet while I should be floating around with ease. It makes even the easiest tasks undoable. But the moment I step into the water, I'm free of it all. Maybe it is an inherent nature of mine- to dive into something that is ragingly unpredictable. But rage is so dear to me. Unpredictability is so dear to me. It's something I've grown up...

Embracing My Mundane

Mundane things bore people. It bores me. When something becomes a part of my schedule, I lose my enthusiasm for it. That's how I stopped posting here. Because I couldn't keep up the quality of my content every single day as I grew more and more uninterested. But then today, I attended an event. A programme organised by the Indian Medical Association to educate the common folk about basic first-aid treatments. During this programme, the doctor explaining it all to us mentioned a fact that I had heard once and not given much thought to. But it stuck with me today. It stuck like gum on shoe soles. It refused to leave my head even as I walked out of that hall. When the oxygen supply to the brain is cut off, your body will start to shut down in five minutes. Within the next ten to fifteen minutes, you will be rendered a corpse if you're not given proper medical attention. And I sat there thinking- fifteen minutes . It is the time I take to drag myself off the bed and into the w...

Allow Ann to Babble, Please!

Search This Blog