Believing in others


The words “believe” has already diminished if we want to take it literally, though “belief” is still intact. The reason is “belief” is something personal and we do not need a consent of others to assimilate in ourself. It is our own conception and our own astuteness that governs us to assimilate it in us.

There use to be a time when every single person in a society use to be genuinely kind to others, helping in their nature and honestly gregarious, and there was not any kind of malice floating in the society like hoodwinking others, pontificating about things that they do not own. And, honesty was the main string that had entangled everything in one thread.

Over time, we have lost our ingenuity, our honesty and we have been cursed with malice, hate, envy, nature of chastising others as it it has become our daily duty and we can’t live without it. Things have changed and we are now left with the hollowness in ourself: hollowness of kindness, hollowness of ingenuity, hollowness of gregariousness, hollowness of greatness.

The reason for all this comes down to the increasing population which has jaded every nooks and corner of the world with all those opportunities and possibilities. We have become competitive over time doesn’t matter how gregariousness of ourself we are showing to others.

Ironically, the world is developing and showing the progress towards humanity: like setting up UN for helping countries in need, building social networking sites to get along with friends because the system in which we are now had thought that, this is the need of time, and creating social networking site might bring our loved ones closer to us in case even if we do not have time for them.

But, everything has changed overt time and the development in one part is not affecting another part positively. All these positive changes seem just mere. We have friends now, but we can’t trust: everybody now have a common set of beliefs that it is better to trust a stranger than our own loved ones, because those strangers do not know our history or our impending future, they can’t find our Achilles Heel so that they can take advantage of. And, in case, even if they do, they will take time to materialize it. So, basically, it is better to trust a stranger which has ultimately made us more far from our loved ones.

In this phage of transition, there is a catch – a catch that non of us have been able to really hold it or grab it. The catch is, the “believe” that we have inherited is still there which is now in a vegetative state which has now become our worst Achilles Heel. We want to trust other and believe what they have to say to us, but we fail to recognize how much truth is held in it. We fail to recognize that fact that what might be the ulterior motif behind those words.

If something is true, why do we have to whisper it? Why do we have to hear it from somebody else? We fail to believe that whatever comes from the main source has already been twisted. The catch is we still believe it without caring for rest of the things. The catch is, we easily believe a person who is talking ill about somebody else in front of us. Can’t we think that s/he might who is our, for now, a messenger might be doing the same thing about us in front of someone else. For those kind of person, “the talk” is always fascinating – they are just finding someone to talk, while the gist of the talk is often nonsense which doesn’t hold even a stint of truth or a tangible productiveness which might brings some positive outcome which might help us in someone at the end of the talk or later after that.

The catch is, if we can’t believe our own sensory organs which is supposed to behave true and emanate the true information for us, sometimes behaves weird. We are so engrossed with these facts that we can’t isolate ourself from it. We have to be a part of it otherwise we will be like “odd one out”. This situation is something like a story of a kind that I have just finished reading couple of days ago in a book: “Veronika Decides to Die”.

The story in a twisted form is something like this, “Once upon a time there was a village which was governed by a powerful man of that village. Being envious to his will, power and governance, his enemies set a notorious plan against him so that the entire inhabitant of the village would turn against that leader. The enemies of that leader mixed some kind of potion in the meal which was as usual distributed for lunch for entire village. The entire village turn out to be mad except the leader. After that whenever the leader use to give orders to his men including the soldiers, they use to think that their leader has gone mad and they started thinking that their leader is now insane who behaves weird giving orders that doesn’t make sense. Finally, the leaders without any hopes of returning back to the normal life thought of having that potion too in his meal. He turned out to be mad as well. Afterward, whatever orders he use to deliver orders the villagers started obeying and meeting his orders with their hearts thinking that their leader has become normal and as revered as always.

The moral of the story is that if the whole world is mad, you will be called insane even if you are not, if in case you behave normal. So, it is better to behave how the world behaves otherwise there is no escape out. We too have to be mad just like the leader to be counted in the coterie of normal sane persons.

Now, its up to us, how much we believe on others and their words. If you keep on believing on others blind-eyed, you will be duped easily, because people are not sane as you are. They might be insane who might be on the way of revenge for something that doesn’t have meaning, for something they have never seen, done or heard by themselves – and its all just because they blindly believe on others which in today’s context is mostly deluded with information which is twisted and marred with ulterior motif to make world look down upon you.

People these days do not compete fairly because they know very well that they can’t stand on the competition if they will be fair. So, as a result, they take some other way out which might be easier and filled with malice and ill-wills and motifs. That’s why it is said that, “It is hard to make a house than to demolish it”. Anyone can demolish a house but not everyone can build a house.

There a similar story our granddad use to tell us. The story is something like this: “There was  a family that had a heavenly happiness in their life till their both sons become old enough and they wanted their respective shares from the dad’s property. Finally, they distributed everything except cow. The problem was that they had three cow and they can’t distribute it equally. So, they did a lottery to be fair. Finally, one got one cow and another one got two cow. One of the two brothers who had just one cow was so envious with the another one that he started penance. Finally, the god appeared and asked him (the brother) to ask from him (god) what he wants. Finally, he broke his year long silence and said, “My lord, my brother have got two cow, but I have got just one. I want his one cow dead so that we can be equal again. It will be fair for me.”

The moral of the story is we do not long for striving our best to compete with others, but instead we are trying to find their Achilles Heel to bring them down to our level. So, it is now up to us whether we want to believe in somebody who is trying to bring somebody else down in front of us when they are backbiting others and afterward become victim ourself to our same messenger or we should just keep doing what we want to achieve and what our target is.

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