some one some time back was asked me...what are your roots. and it left me wondering, are roots so important. she told me its important to be connected to be your roots. well...roots is an apt word for what was being asked. roots keep you rooted. it saves you from becoming a floater, but it also doesn't let you be totally free. the freedom of thought is never there if you are rooted.
roots can be regional, can be caste wise, what she wanted to hear was whether i was a bengali. i am not, and am proud of it. i told i am an Indian, and immediately realised how cheesy and funny that sounded, because we never use that do we. we always say we are bengali, gujrati, from bombay, but hardly anyone of us says i am an Indian. i am.
why...i identify with being an Indian, and don't identify being a bengali, or from ahmedabad, or working in IT. the only tag, atleast for some time that i want attached to myself is Indian, and as said, only for some time, some day wanna be a world citizen.
that gives me the freedom of thought of looking at bengalis as they are...the good , the bad and the ugly and about all other cultures. it also takes away the pride a bengali feels at being a bengali.
roots are not bad, they give you stability, they don't let you float away, if ur rooted, ur know where you home is, where you feel secure, which type of people you feel comfortable with.
roots are given just by staying at some place, between a particular kind of people for a significant amount of time, well actually along time. we don't become bengalis or mallus just because we are born to bengali or mallu parents, its because we stay with bengalis, between bengalis, in kolkatta...but what if ur both parents are not bengalis...you have never been to calcutta and have had minimal contact with bengalis...are you still a bengali. i am not.
i wonder about people who have travelled the world when they were very young, the ideal most case would be someone who has travelled the world, without their parents, guess there would be no place they could call home, there is no place they would feel passionate about, they would look at every place as it is, every culture as it is. they won't really cheer for their team from the heart, because there is not team they can call theirs. seems like a waste of a life...but thats what i want.
next question i am gonna answer, asked yesterday...what makes you experienced. age is surely not the answer, going through a hell lot of stuff....well yes, but really, understanding what you are going through and why. experience doen't really mean that when the same situation comes up again, you will act differently. how many of us have done the same mistakes when in love. but atleast if you understand what you are going through, you know whats going on.
and you can't learn from other peoples experiences, you have to go through you own. people say a lot of stuff...but just listening to them doesn't get that into you psyche. hearing someone elses horrid stories about their accidents, doesn't mean that you will automatically start driving slow...you have to go through you own.
and thats exactly why our evolution has been slow, you do almost everything that the other did, so the results will also be almost the same...and also why we are different from the other by a very small degree. its like genetic algorithms, mutations are very few, far apart, and many times don't survive.
I should rename the blog...my ramblings. that exactly what they have become, hate the quality of whts coming out of me now a days, thats why am writing less. hope its a phase. need inspiration.