Sunday, February 28, 2016

The Al Mubabba Fly Experiment


The man is a social animal. While learning this in the school days, little did I realize that how correct this simple line is. For a pseudo-extrovert like me, who loves his alone time as much as the time spent with others, I used to think that it is not a big deal to live without society. Why would one not enjoy being alone?
But these days, I am getting a hands on experience to make myself aware of this powerfully real line,
On paper, today is my 11th day in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. I was pretty excited to come here. I gauged the possibilities that this place could offer. I weighed those against the pain I'd face being without Sham and I thought it was okay. Sham supported my decision as she was confident that I could manage well in situations unknown. Given the smooth stay experience of Chicago, even I was convinced that a month or two here will not seem to be too long. But I was wrong.
To elaborate, let me first justify the title of this post.
Last Friday, a fly came into my room from somewhere. Maybe the banana peels thrown into the dustbin had invited it for a sweet treat, or perhaps it was the wet tea leaves in the kitchen bin. I did not care. I spotted it around noon and tried to get rid of it. Opened the gates of the balcony, shooed it away, but all went in vain, My visitor liked my company. It went to the bedroom, saw the bathroom, wandered around the kitchen and then finally sat on the sofa opposite mine in the drawing room. It stayed there as long as I sat. Then somehow, I forgot that it was even there. I went about doing my chores, and little did I care about it. Friday over.
Comes Saturday morning,
As I was having breakfast, I spotted it once again. But this time, I did not try to get rid of it. Instead I let it be there. And it was then that it struck me how much I miss someone's company.
We as individuals tend to ignore the basic things in life. We get involved with our good-bad, black-white reasoning so much that we ignore things that cause them. We care about the effect more than the cause and our response to the stimuli is often what makes us who we are. Some of us complain, some ignore, some enjoy whatever is going on around us. But when a time comes when we really get to observe things from a null point of view, when we dive in the darkness which is eternal and more permanent than light, we get to reflect upon our lives. We get to look at ourselves from the universe's point of view, and it is then we know how truly lonely we are. We appreciate the causes more than the response when the response is zero. If you do not have someone to talk to, then you do not know how to feel. If you don't have anything or anyone to be angry about, you don't know how to feel angry. And in such a way, all your traits, all that makes you, you, vanishes one by one. People in your life make you the person you are. People around you entertain your brain. Whichever fashion it may be, be it a drama, or mystery or a thriller, or be it a comedy, your brain is what answers to the events and these responses take you forward.
I love driving to work and back. It presents a lot of things in front of me, in a short amount of time. Someone peeing by the side of the road, some driver callously spitting out of their windows, some guy zig-zagging and over speeding only to get stuck at the next red light, someone getting out of their vehicle to argue with the next car. So many things happen in the canvas in a span of 2 hours that amount of entertainment I derive out of it is incomparable. And I have only realized it here in Saudi where I am not getting to experience it. The moment the response to a particular stimulus goes missing in your life, it is then you appreciate the causes more.
So get out folks, and look at things that entertain you and watch your response and smile at your involvement and say a silent thank you to the uninvited flies in all your life rooms.
Adios!