[[Complicated post; part fiction, part real]]
They saw the world from a different angle, the four of them. You could argue they were almost supposed to do that given who they were - they were meant, in a way, to have that unique enlightening view that common-folk of the planet would regard too obnoxious, unrealistic, disgusting, or well, plain dirty. But it went much beyond the call of duty and the hard-coding of genes. M, A, N and S, (henceforth referred as MANS collectively) were all brilliant, one-of-a-kind, delightful women living life wholly, but together they could effortlessly do the undoable and think the unthinkable - together they rose far above the world on the thought-deed matrix. MANS, in one of the most underestimated under-appreciated ways possible, were some of the most precious gems of the world.
Who got lost, but more on that later.
You may ask me why am I narrating this story today. To me MANS symbolised the breaking of conventional barriers and imposed moral obligations. To me MANS represented a continuous wave of delight, freshness and energy conquering the darkness. And each of them had an individual story because of which, and despite which, they became who they were.
M had lived a life where being sick wasn't a choice, it was a destiny. She craved for the confines and safety of the home, but time threw her out in an unkind world that cared only for money and forced her, in one of the more painful ways, to slave for it. A and S together had been the best of friends and the best of enemies all their life, but beneath their complicated relationship was an appreciation of what each had lived through before and after they got to know each other, and a mutual respect for their admirable spirit towards life. The devil lies in the details, but it would be fair to say A had experience bearing the vagaries of the weather of life, and that made her someone you could count on to step up in difficult situations even while being charming in her beautiful delicate feminine ways. When A was around, a smile was never far. S on the other hand, had grown in a wilderness where so-called modern civilization was largely absent, and a sudden transportation to this other far more complicated world had intimidated the little chirpy kid in her so much it was now only intermittently visible. Time continually moistened her eyes till she hardened her heart and by the time I met her she had learnt to be indifferent to most things around her and preferred to live in her own constructed world of incomplete moments and solitary walks. N I knew the least about - the vastness of her heart concealed a lot I could probably never imagine, and the rest was brushed aside in a warm omni-present smile. She was the most productive on most occassions, metaphorically speaking, showing a depth of perspective only S could occassionally match.
Four people so different yet connected not only by circumstance that put them in a battle together, but by a mind that refused to be numbed and by the refusal of the world to accept them for who they'd been made to become.
Again, why I am I going on and on about this story and these four complicated people. I don't know. These four were thrown together under strange circumstances, a time of crisis, but very soon I saw them discover each other and what they had in common. I saw them smile, despite their differences, their pains and despite the challenge the world threw at them. I saw the world crig and cringe because they were women, they weren't supposed to be "good", they weren't supposed to be bold and vocal, and because they weren't supposed to be "different" from the world. But they were. And that makes me admire them. And love them all. They had a lesson for the world - be true to who you are, and what you feel. They won, and it gave me a hope to fight on. Maybe that's why I'm sharing this today.
It was painful to watch them move away, but such was life - there are no happily ever after. A was snatched away by yet another cruel twist in her life, but then, there was other people and places that she had to spread her magic on. S grew to be more indifferent, more detached to the world and one day decided to just quit. M and N persevered some more, but eventually they all were back alone, fighting alone with the world, trying not to conform, being themselves. It was tragic, to say the least, but such is life.
People move on. But some of them teach us many important things. Even dirty women.
They saw the world from a different angle, the four of them. You could argue they were almost supposed to do that given who they were - they were meant, in a way, to have that unique enlightening view that common-folk of the planet would regard too obnoxious, unrealistic, disgusting, or well, plain dirty. But it went much beyond the call of duty and the hard-coding of genes. M, A, N and S, (henceforth referred as MANS collectively) were all brilliant, one-of-a-kind, delightful women living life wholly, but together they could effortlessly do the undoable and think the unthinkable - together they rose far above the world on the thought-deed matrix. MANS, in one of the most underestimated under-appreciated ways possible, were some of the most precious gems of the world.
Who got lost, but more on that later.
You may ask me why am I narrating this story today. To me MANS symbolised the breaking of conventional barriers and imposed moral obligations. To me MANS represented a continuous wave of delight, freshness and energy conquering the darkness. And each of them had an individual story because of which, and despite which, they became who they were.
M had lived a life where being sick wasn't a choice, it was a destiny. She craved for the confines and safety of the home, but time threw her out in an unkind world that cared only for money and forced her, in one of the more painful ways, to slave for it. A and S together had been the best of friends and the best of enemies all their life, but beneath their complicated relationship was an appreciation of what each had lived through before and after they got to know each other, and a mutual respect for their admirable spirit towards life. The devil lies in the details, but it would be fair to say A had experience bearing the vagaries of the weather of life, and that made her someone you could count on to step up in difficult situations even while being charming in her beautiful delicate feminine ways. When A was around, a smile was never far. S on the other hand, had grown in a wilderness where so-called modern civilization was largely absent, and a sudden transportation to this other far more complicated world had intimidated the little chirpy kid in her so much it was now only intermittently visible. Time continually moistened her eyes till she hardened her heart and by the time I met her she had learnt to be indifferent to most things around her and preferred to live in her own constructed world of incomplete moments and solitary walks. N I knew the least about - the vastness of her heart concealed a lot I could probably never imagine, and the rest was brushed aside in a warm omni-present smile. She was the most productive on most occassions, metaphorically speaking, showing a depth of perspective only S could occassionally match.
Four people so different yet connected not only by circumstance that put them in a battle together, but by a mind that refused to be numbed and by the refusal of the world to accept them for who they'd been made to become.
Again, why I am I going on and on about this story and these four complicated people. I don't know. These four were thrown together under strange circumstances, a time of crisis, but very soon I saw them discover each other and what they had in common. I saw them smile, despite their differences, their pains and despite the challenge the world threw at them. I saw the world crig and cringe because they were women, they weren't supposed to be "good", they weren't supposed to be bold and vocal, and because they weren't supposed to be "different" from the world. But they were. And that makes me admire them. And love them all. They had a lesson for the world - be true to who you are, and what you feel. They won, and it gave me a hope to fight on. Maybe that's why I'm sharing this today.
It was painful to watch them move away, but such was life - there are no happily ever after. A was snatched away by yet another cruel twist in her life, but then, there was other people and places that she had to spread her magic on. S grew to be more indifferent, more detached to the world and one day decided to just quit. M and N persevered some more, but eventually they all were back alone, fighting alone with the world, trying not to conform, being themselves. It was tragic, to say the least, but such is life.
People move on. But some of them teach us many important things. Even dirty women.
6 comments:
I felt like u wanted to tell the story but didnt want it to contaminate it with details.
I am a believer of happily ever afters.
little women?
Complicated Yes but maybe as Voice said above you didnt want it to be fully revealed
To be yourself is all that you can do...Audioslave nice song :)
I am looking forward to a sequel to Dirty Women. You can btw write awesome suspense sequences...
come back soon .. and don;t disappear for so long.
These people seem very inspiring to me. I wish I knew more people like that because I often hold back my true self.
Good one. Trying to get back to the blogosphere and this is one of best posts to begin with :)
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