To describe humans, there are many definitions out there. One of my professors, my favourite, used to say, “we called ourselves homo sapience, wisest among the wise.” And this has ruined me more than anything else. Calling myself wise or intellectual or a quest to become one.
Genius, I call myself, after my favourite superhero Ironman. However, time and time, I have proved myself wrong. I am no wise. I make mistakes, and because I am a genius, I judge myself brutally.167Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfQSCzG24qO
Even as a kid, I wanted to know how the brain works; I wanted to know all the tricks and all the shortcuts, Everything.
Let me tell you, my fellow humans, being wise and genius is the quest you should never take.
One time I thought, I am making different spices by mixing all spices. Eventually, I burnt that bowl.
Another time I put all the extra khichdi in between all bhakhri at my friend’s home because it was too much for my tiny stomach. I got scolded by aunty the next day.
There was this one time when I made awful best friends who judged me in every possible way.
Oh, I got a funny one; I keep people even when they want to leave, friends, sisters, brothers, crushes and love.
Being a Genius and interested in behavioural science, I try to figure it out, obviously. Why why did this happen? Why do I do this and that? Why they did do this and that?
Till one awful afternoon when everyone was sleeping in India, and I was in my blanket finding comfort in Canada, I remember my nana’s words for my grandma…
“that’s good she isn’t a genius; she is a happy one.”
I got out of my blanket as if I had finally discovered a new spice from burning that mix to coal. I have cried for almost everything I got and never got. Even for the moment of pride, I was a girl who cried or, as Anu call me, ‘ a Devdas without alcohol’ (this sounds funny in Hindi and Gujarati). I discovered that there would be nothing I won’t cry about. Never. The biggest trick is to be an idiot, a fool, and accept that there is no way you can get out of the situation without suffering.
I always thought a book has specific themes, mystery, thriller, murder, fantasy, comedy, supernatural, paranormal, drama…I wish life could come with themes too! I am a little bit overlooked that life is how you look at it, the same way the world is.
As a famous psychiatrist from Vienna, Mr Viktor Frankl, said, “The attempt to develop a sense of humour and to see things in a humorous light is some kind of a trick learned while mastering the art of living.” Make it grim, make it dark, but for the love of God, tell a joke.
It does nothing. Suffering, pain and longing will be there. However, they take the backseat, and without a licence to drive, your humour takes care of this adventure. You meet people who help you to move randomly, who pack your lunch and salad and tell stories about kids they teach. People who invite you over to their home and make your favourite breakfast and lunch. People who drink tea with you on a weekend evening and share their stories. People who look after you and say, ‘I don’t like being at the office without you.’ People who say, ‘I miss you, and I love you, look right into your eyes. People who say, ‘that’s one good thing that happens, see how close we are now. People who call you after months and say, ‘welcome the new’, kiss the old again.
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