The Ghosts and The Angels

I was tagged in a note some days back and there was one option where I had to write about what I think of my past and there I had written that I don’t care about it…but after that so many things from the past came back haunting me for many hours.

I didn’t want to categorize my memories as good and bad as I think memories are only memories they are neither good nor bad; it’s our experience which is good and bad and our feelings of being happy and sad about them, so I categorized them as the ghosts and the angels of the past. I know many of my friends are not going to agree with me on the categorization which I am going to do the next.

All the memories related to my (best) friends come under The Ghosts category and the memories related to some (beep beep) people come under The Angels category. The reasons:

Good friends are difficult to find and when you find them they stick to you like ghosts. They follow you everywhere you go and even if they are not there, you will always feel haunted by their presence. They will emerge like a ghost from nowhere to get you back on the track and it’s really difficult to get past these ghosts. The events that made you happy are also like ghosts as whenever they come back to you, they make you feel nostalgic.

The (beep beep) people are like Angels, they don’t bother you that much with their presence; they come, do their work and leave you once their work is done. I don’t have much to talk about the angels because I find it difficult to talk about them as I am almost indifferent to them.

So all of us care about these so called ghosts and angels but we prefer not admitting it.

Perfection !!!

I told my friend that I am practicing on the language; he is trying to teach me. He said- good, keep it up, practice will make you learn fast and I said I know practice will make this woman perfect and the reply he gave me, left me surprised (and amused). He said “Women are perfect”.

Later in the night when I was going to sleep those words came back to me and I started thinking the ‘why’ factor and the answers to that ‘why’ factor I could find:

1. Women are more understanding than the men. You don’t have to speak to tell them that you are feeling sad or happy; they can tell you by looking once at you.

2. Women become mature at an early stage as compared to men. If you don’t believe me then ask for the view points of a girl and a guy about a relationship and you will get the difference ;)

3. A confidante and an accomplice, you can always dump any secret in a woman and she will always listen to you.

4. Only a woman can play the role of a friend, a mother, a sister, a guide, a wife, a partner, an advisor…. So many roles she plays at same time.

5. Only a woman loves without any conditions.

6. Women know how to take control of their emotions and feelings, they know when to move on and leave the past in the past whereas men can’t do it. (try to recall how many times you called up your ex-girlfriend to know what she is doing now)

And some quotes by some unknown great persons:

“Women are perfect because they are not men.”
“God made man first and then a woman, So man is just a trial piece and Woman is perfect.”

Answers

Yesterday, while I was talking to a friend of mine about the last days of our student life and our memories of this place, we started discussing about the attachment factor. Her question was whether suffering is a cause for attachment or attachment is a cause for suffering.

In my view suffering is the cause for the attachment. One starts making continuous efforts to end the suffering and then after some time it becomes a part of the life and when the time comes for an end one starts missing it and only then the realization comes of getting attached to it.

But then I thought that attachment may also be the cause of suffering. One gets hurt only when he is not able to separate himself from the things/persons that have become a part of one’s life.

Arghhh…the answer is difficult. I think it’s like a vicious circle which never comes to an end and everyone chooses the answer according to his/her own comfort.