Of MEM Book & Confessions!!

Ever wondered why we keep our Scrap book so neat, un-hurtful and all in praise of thyself. Ever wondered why our confessions are so bold and frank. The answer lies in the way we evolved and the peculiarities of contemporary times. Its’ universal that at the beginning of the end, we want to look at the journey and celebrate it. Probably, this all-weather practice of humans dates back to the time when seasons began. No matter how unorganized we are, we pack much better and everything looks neat. But you do not want to carry a baggage on your heart and thus do confessions.

We live in an age when things happen too fast and hence the need to document them or else we may lose them to past. Whats’ gone is gone and probably forever and thus even more the reason to alter it for future. Not only should we it for ourselves, hell breaks loose if not done by somebody else. The urge to indulge in this exercise of presentation gains more importance if the person in the mirror is not the most presentable in your opinion.

The Principles of Economics and Hertzberg’s Theory ensure that people stay on their toes and live more than one lives. Youth is something we cherish and the most presentable part of one’s lifetime. Age is something man has not been able to conquer and anything that helps him remain youthful is worshipped and is not to be messed up with. People have started becoming so competitive that they are likely to have killed their twin in the mother’s womb. Darwin supersedes destiny when it comes to influencing our way. Thus we do not trust anyone with the good old practice of writing our obituaries. The philosophy of life being in the moment grants us so many lives that anybody else cannot attach the necessary value and to our obituaries as we would do to ours. And thus we take up the right cause and write our stories, each one of which deserves being comparable to some Bollywood script with full masala. The fact that these stories are real and your calls for adding a little more spice. The holy river of our stories falls in the bay of Facebook and building any check dam or altering the course of its journey is bound to meet stiff resistance. And thus we write all our obituaries except the real one which we cannot.

   The practice of writing scrap books have become an exercise of mutual benefit, i scratch your back you scratch mine. Scratch, but do not leave a mark, after all backs act the gender neutral part of body having moral police’s clearance for exposure. 

   If that is how we handle our MEM book, confessions are no different except that they completely are. Confessions are no more confessions, they are more about others than selves, more about accusing than confessing, more about proposing than accepting. The ancient method of confessing to the Priest and proposing to the girl has changed for the worse. The proposals to the girl have lost their meaning as it comes after great calculation and after having known each other for a considerable amount of time. Thus we have the new concept of confessing to the girl. If that was not demeaning enough, poor ‘confession’ lost its meaning and now does odd jobs of accusation.

   Technology facilitates the exercise of self-appreciation and the laws legitimize their practice. However, it’s a given that Scrap books and Confessions are an act of existence at a particular time and place and so are our practices which are bound to change coz humans being humans love inertia and worship motion.
  

   Its’ this habit which makes us reflect back into our lives, eyes set on the road ahead and rear view mirror at an angle which suits the driver. Not only does it help see who is coming, it also helps us admire what we are leaving behind. And at the highway eatery on the journey called life, we should honestly talk about the journey than the kilometers travelled.