Gone are the days when a certain Jack and a certain Jill used to be friends...I used to watch both of them play together, one would not go to school without the other, roar up with boisterous laughter at times, pull at each others hair, play pranks on the neighbours window glass pane together.Thunder would befall when one would be envious of the other but then candid it was. Like the smell of the rain on dry land, all the rash feelings would wash away without even a hear and say about any kinda explanations. Reminds me of the lovely Dairy Milk add where a guy and a gurl share a Cadbury , laughing and smiling like idiots, licking the cadbury all the way to their hearts content. That was a totally gleeful moment depicted.
Yes , those days are gone. Once a person crosses those days he really has to think a zillion times. Most often the people whom he expects to understand him, fails to do so. Ego clashes also come in. Life would have been so easy had there been no ego clashes, no need to ask and give explanations for a deed , just a mere smile and back to old track again. So difficult to accept someone with open arms when we grow up without asking for a justification? But hardly such idealistic thoughts can sustain. Here comes in Mr. Misunderstandings to play his role to grow the distances. Mr Misunderstandings is the third person who is the most beneficiary of all . Mr Anger is one of his accomplice. Both of them jealous of pretty, simple, beautiful life, fill in their pockets to make it ugly, sulking and full of vice. The other surprising facet which i have come across is that many people cannot digest jokes played on them while you are expected to understand when jokes are played on you. Half the time goes in to clarify which part was a joke and which part was not a joke. At the end, you feel depressed about being misunderstood. Even if you yell no one would bother about what you actually meant and what you actually did not mean. Justifications when fail lead to appraisal of Mr Misunderstandings and Mr. Anger. Finally you feel you are better left alone in a recluse mode when nothing works. Misunderstandings dont hurt but the sudden change from being a social animal to a recluse does. It feels strange for sometime and then like a crab you get used to your shell and later on you feel comfy only within the periphery of your shell. A little learning is always dangerous and so is a little love for a little love always leads to a lot of Misunderstandings.
