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Loneliness
AUGUST 8, 2015 · 2 COMMENTS
This saturday’s blog will be on loneliness, a subject
too close to my heart. I dedicate this post to all who
are lonely for whatever reasons. We are born alone
but in a community which takes care of us and help
us grow up. But is it really that simple? Readers
and writers of blogs belong to the population who
can eat, work, love, hate within a community or
social playground. Isn’t it! What about them who
are born to shame, poverty, indignity and foulness
we are only familiar with in a very remote, vague
and distant way. What about the children of
prostitutes, the jobless, the drug mules, the
population living in criminal or socio economic
blackholes?
We don’t know really know the answers to these
questions.
However, even the children born in a reasonably
stable community, the children stop being children
after a while and step into the dark deep forest of
adulthood. People want to trust and get betrayed,
want to love and get ignored or neglected, want to
befriend and get shoved off due to no fault of theirs
really. We often fail to understand why we were
treated unjustly and not treated as brothers and
sisters in God’s family.
Then we come to realise that we are not in a
community in real terms. We are individuals with
ownerships, we will get paid only if we can
transact certain products and services effectively, it
is no more the playtime, win or lose, after the game
we come back to fireside warmth and family
dinner, no sir. The seed of division is planted into
us by the community itself to which we were born.
The values of competition and quality creep in and
we interpret them as going ahead in life as killers.
Don’t we all hear the mantra, you have to have the
killer instinct in you or you do not survive.
Lonely people are seen in both the so called killers,
who don’t care whether anyone suffers or fades
away on the road he is travelling to succeed, and in
the people left behind, unable to cope with
killership, incompetent to compete and thrive. Like
our fingers the individual minds are also of endless
variety isn’t it. There are freaks and casatway,
those who opt for non mainstream life, those who
prefer singing to killing and imagining to doing
real things. The suicide as a theme I chose for my
last blog in fact is rooted in loneliness and is more
an internal thing than external. The lonely person
seeking comfort or relief in work, family, alcohol,
dream, egoism and what not but repeatedly
defeated to beat loneliness of his or her heart has in
his or her mind the ultimate solution sketched in,
suicide, the ultimate route of escape and revenge.
My friend Alena living in an European seaside
town wrote me: Debashish I think it’s time to quit.
My family is grown up and left, scattered all over
outside, I feel so lonely, so alone, the moments in
the evening are just unbearable, television and
newspapers are so dull, I find only marginal relief
in drinking, that’s also going into overdrive ruining
my health, relations with neighbours. It looks like I
know the answer, it’s hard but works.”
Raj is a distant cousin with IBM background but
out of a stable job for a long time. He had a messy
divorce behind him and two offsprings in
expensive colleges. He is into IT, earns something
from off and on consultancy, but becoming more
dependent on drugs to ease the burden of his
fractured soul. His father had committed suicide
long back when our neighbouring industrial
township closed down due to the closure of
Dunlop, the famous tyre manufacturer. Raj’s
family got simply washed away by the impact, one
sister lost to the dark evil world bordering on
prostitution, another younger brother blown away
by suicide after he failed to get a job at the end of
his post graduation.
My friend Alok Nath is a CEO and he has different
kind of loneliness to suffer. Alok said one day, you
know I don’t have anyone to share with me my
thoughts and problems. I asked him, why, you have
such a nice family? He said I don’t discuss
anything official or deeply personal with them,
why should I burden them unnecessarily? I cannot
share in office, all are either sharks or sycophants.
They want to further their careers at my cost.
I saw Alok trying golf, meditation and club life at
different times and of course alcohol and women.
Alok is really a good soul but a victim of his greed
for power and money and does not have the guts to
face that he is losing the game. He is proud and
vain as successful and competitive people are.
One night my son called me from the bed and we
drove fast to a posh clinic in the town to see Alok,
doctors trying hard to pump out the too heavy sleep
medication he had taken. Thank God he came back
but it might have been otherwise too. Alok is one
of the more intelligent persons so he opened a new
chapter in his life after he came home from the
clinic. After three years from that dark night of fear
and despondency Alok is now a detoxicated man,
dividing his time on the one hand between work
and another his home and family. The growing rift
with his wife is bridged well by now and the rebel
children are less on rebellion and more on
admiration towards him.
I asked him recently over a few drinks how is he
now. His answer was I am learning to be with
others and that has reduced my loneliness ( he used
the word self centred actually).
Andre in Paris is sending me pictures of his dog
through Facebook and email saying that he has got
a friend at last. Reshmi, the topper of dance class in
her state academy says, whenever I focus on
competing and beating others I fall sick. Now I
focus on my passion only, and I am feeling better.
Reshmi was a girl of average educational talents
but she always loved dancing. Her parents told her
for a long time that it wouldn’t do, she must do
academically better, dance could not be her
mainstream study. Reshmi was so scared and
uneasy that she ran away once to her aunt’s place
to seek emotional shelter against parental
dictatorship. But alas once she got an award in a
club dance competition she was taken up by her
father seriously and he asked her to become a
topper in dance. She was put in an academy and
under an expensive trainer to earn accolades and
pursue a career in dance. As a result she became a
state level topper but gradually slipped into a
severe depression. Psychiatric medication and
counselling failed to cure her.
When I saw Reshmi she was a ghost of her former
self, no longer the bouyant warm girl she had used
to be but a depressive maniac who was doing
wonders in dance more out of practice and habit
than of love. I took her to a friend of mine who ran
a non profit organisation for poor children. I asked
Reshmi’s parents to lay off their hands from her for
three months. Reshmi took a little longer to recover
from her depression but she undoubtedly bounced
back to life and told me, I have begun to live a less
lonely life, I am teaching dance to the kids twice a
week for free. Her parents asked me why do I take
her to these unproductive work? But their family
physician prevailed on them saying, don’t you see
the girl is normal again?
Loneliness reminds me of a documentary seen in
BBC longtime back. It was about a doctor, a very
successful surgeon in Europe who took out time
and effort to make a home for some mentally or
physically challenged persons at his home, a
village somewhere at the foot of the Alps. Every
saturday he drove down from his city of work to
his home and worked and dined with his more than
dozen mates who were misfits to the society by
general standard. He spent the weekend with his
odd bunch of friends who treated the doctor as
equal and not as a mentor or a superior. These guys
scarcely had a sense of money, or even, for that
matter, gratitude. They worked on the lands
together and sold vegetables, fruits and flowers to a
nearby marketing cooperative.
The last scene made me cry – all of them including
the doc walking along the fields towards the setting
sun in the melting hues of a magical twilight.
Classical vs Topical
Happy New Year to you all.
January is drawing to a close. However, it’s still
new year trailblaze continuing. I look forward to
2017 as a year of new reading, new assimilations
and of course, new writings. 2015 saw my first
book of poems in Bengali published and get a
mixed response – cold, warm, lukewarm. 2016 end
witnessed my first Bengali novel enter the field of
published books. The novel is named Chiro
Prabash ( Eternal Sojourn).
With an explosion of communication technology
and geometric progression in networking among
human beings across the world the borderline
between the classic and the temporary or topical is
getting blurred. There was a time when the British
readers waited for months for the serially published
parts of Charles Dickens’s Little Dorrit or David
Copperfield. Rercreations through reading were
indeed limited. In today’s world you have literally
thousands of blogs popping up every week to
pander to your mind. An over bombardment of
information and ideas are creating a clutter which
makes you undecided about the quality, value and
necessity of this humanly unmanageable stuff
archived in the clouds.
Is it a matter of competition as some indicate or
claim ? Is one blogger or two expected to stand out
of the crowd and reach the Holy Gate of Fame ?
One wonders where had these potential writers
been all through the last few centuries ? They have
come riding the waves of the world wide web and
the digital multimedia revolution and insisting
every moment on us to notice them. The more
competent among them often succeed in engaging
and amusing us but can we name even a few out of
them who can replace the serious works of fiction
and reflection and get themselves on our minds’
shelves for a measurable period?
I wonder if they do. I suspect as human beings we
are becoming shallow with the passage of time. We
are seeking limelight with a tiring tenacity and
missing on the factors which help us to acquire
educated minds.
What do you think my readers, do you agree or
disagree?
It would be good to have an exchange of opinions
from all on this, if possible.