Impasse!

Is there a truth to bliss in relationships? When people from different worlds meet and walk along together a certain road, a bond is formed. That is true, with everyone. We form bonds with people we study with, work with, share a roof with. Are those bonds really strong or will they blow away after a certain time? isn’t it true, that most of the friends we had in school are a distant past, a few who come and go in intervals to say a “hi” or wish on a birthday? And same goes to college friends too, the occasional phone call, the occasional birthday wish and perhaps an occasional anniversary message or perhaps an occasional movie together or a luncheon together or a group dinner, etc. The same with ex-colleagues, despite spending more than twelve straight hours in office, the moment we leave the company, they are nothing but mirages on the road. And what about colleagues we work with? The people we spend considerable amount of time, the people with whom we have conversations that last longer than five minutes? Aren’t they outside the box when out of the office? what about people who live in the same house? Mother, father, brother, sister, husband, kids – all have their lives, the lives they fondly built. Despite naming them personal relations, despite naming them blood relations, are they any closer than the acquaintances we pass along lives? When the inner voice, closes out and refuses to open up and the so called relations cannot see the turmoil of the people they supposedly love, what for are all those relations? Is it all a farce? Yesterday, in a conversation with a friend whose company I immensely cherish, there was a statement that went along the lines that we create better stories than God. If God, the embodiment of happiness, peace, love and success, could not create the world that is happier – because the people in it are forever unhappy with something or the other, can humans, with their creativity create a better world? The fantasy that exists in the words that are black on white can make a happy place for a soul to dwell in, why cannot the reality make a relative difference and be a cause of happiness? The suffocation of truths and the disappointments of the facades, that camouflage the reality with such ridicule, are the mirrors of life and perhaps that is why the “bliss” in the bonds that exist in day-to-day life is so little! yet, supposedly they are essential for existence, yet, supposedly they are what people crave for! Why live in a world that suffocates the “YOU”? Perhaps, that is the way the world is and that is the place we are forced to live in, since the astronomical charts say that there is little hope of life in any other part of the galaxy and even if there exists such a world, the economy is insufficient to bear the costs of such a journey and even if it can be remotely possible to make such a voyage, the lifespan of people may not accommodate the travel and more importantly, we would still be living with the same people, who are the root cause of the problem! So, we still live in a world we detest, make a living, spend the earning and still go about bitching, through the forty odd years a person lives! Impasse!!!