Life’s Categorisation Project

As long and as hard as i think, it seems to me that every person in society is bound by this invisible entity that tugs and pulls us to certain labelled boxes.These boxes in turn seem to bind us into an image of ourselves which we deem to believe is who we are as ‘unique’ human beings.

In the short life that i have lived -looking, questioning and ever pondering, i have had trouble with the idea of who i am  . I’ve made my rounds moulding myself to fit into the abstract yet ever present boxes of the “in group” and at one point, i have also given into blending easily with groups that i seem to have “naturally” formed a connection to; and yet again in one point of life i’ve drifted and belonged everywhere and nowhere.Yet, this fixation to fit in to or not to anything really, is my perplexity.

You see, when i describe myself in some form or another, i’m seen under that box of description. That box then enables people to get to know me in a limited format.It may be many boxes but it somehow doesn’t feel like ‘I’ have been fully represented in that line of sight.

Say, we labelled a blogger as being Marxist. This person becomes bound by  people -not just followers but readers of his/her work , into this box or boxes of being a Marxist .This somehow distorts and makes this one life so definable and deducible.Is this really a fair evaluation? Are we really allowed to view people in such ways?

The one dimensional understanding of man is not what scares me- Its the fact that we ourselves internalise this as our truth and come to live by it. And whats scarier than living with a partial self that diminishes everything in its path?

I know this limited view applies not just to man but life and i’m afraid that these categorisations – multiple for some yet restrictive in many ways ,may disable us from seeing things in a broader perspective and instead become a restricting mechanism.

But then again arises the question -What would life be but confusing  if we didn’t know how to look at any one person?(what with the known and the unknown categories that he or she may represent all at once!)

Perhaps i’m babbling on about nothing ;Perhaps i’m going nowhere with this .But this is ,in written, my perplexity for today.

Dear reader, would you be so kind as to share my perplexity and enter into this never ending discussion with me?

Till then, i shall rest my head to detach a little from this dilemma….



via Daily Prompt: Label


The antisocial

As i sit down to write this first entry, the word that established a firm grip on my mind was this,Anti-social.

I had an unplanned brunch with friends i’d tag as close and one reminded me of how secluded i’d become.That i was no longer outgoing and full of energy around people i’d just met- that i had changed.I’d heard this from more than a fair share of people i’d come across, and i wonder….is this really who i am seen as now?The anti-social?

So here i am trying to make sense of this word as it is placed before me-as a partial link to my profile name and as a tag.I’ve long thought about how comforting that word sounds to me more than what it may imply through others and perhaps thats what i’m trying to make sense of in this post.

The word feels safe and close.For me,It doesn’t imply a complete shutoff from everything .Rather, it makes me think of a closed box of all that is important and leaving behind the carcass of the unimportant, the fading.

I see the world as a place of connections but i also see that not all connections last.That some have immediate endings from quick “hi’s” and quite frankly i’m thankful for them. Dragging them around would be cruel to all parties involved and i would much rather just let things slide as they are supposed to rather than make them skid quite painfully to the inevitable.Cruel as it may sound, this is also what i think of when i see the word antisocial.

As you may or may not have noticed, i have moved from writing the word with a hyphen to one without. Many would chose to hyphenate the word but for me personally, i prefer it being this one single component.I suppose this is my way of sorting the dilemma of looking at the hyphenated word as something threatening and wrong.That it may somehow make soft the hard ‘Anti’ that comes before the diminishing social.This whole word then, feels to me as something open to interpretation and i find comfort in that.

For now, this is all in have stuck in my head of this word .There will be so many interpretations to this word and i’m glad that in the future i’ll probably have more to write of this than i do now.

So, for the time being,I put forward to you, in written, a string of (perhaps) unrelated, boring, or simply quite stupid sentences in culmination to a word i just had ringing in my head.

And, for now, i bid adieu …..until i think and brood about other words that might just pop and make me ,nay, force me,to write.