Please don't make the sun run. Not you at least!
People need to stop taking themselves so seriously. And imagery about running into the sun only sounds good in well written poetry, as opposed to facebook statuses. Statii would be a cool way of saying statuses, like cacti, or octopi, or loci, or sushi. So put me on a plane and fly me to anywhere. Oh, that was me singing out loud. I’m not big on flying. Especially not in planes. Wings would be a different story though. Of late, I think I’ve become partial towards staying grounded though. Why soar in the sky, when you can sink in the sand? And sinking doesn’t necessarily have to be a heart sinking Pirate Ship induced dip, but just a reality check – dirt under toenails kind of reality. Which is fine, and great. Unrealistic expectations don’t usually get us places. The overactive imagination theory probably only works when you’re a kid.
In class 5, we had to take a true or false test which had the most bizarre of questions on it:
“It is good to have an over active imagination”
Instinctively, I marked True, thinking how my imagination had made my childhood what it was (so much more amazing than your dull one, I’m sure :D), at the same time wondering why anyone would make such a ridiculous and self evident MCQ in the first place! Marking my answer sheet, I sat with a know-it-all grin on my face. At discussion time however, the teacher said, the answer was False, and went on a spiel of how if we imagined a UFO invasion in the class room, our learning ability would be hindered and thus, an over active imagination was a bad thing. I rolled my eyes in my head.
When I grew up, I realized what Teacher Shaheen had meant that day. An overactive imagination may give you unrealistic expectations about life. Make you believe things you wouldn’t have otherwise believed in. Make false true and true false.
However, the power of one’s mind mustn’t be underestimated. At the end of the day, you decide. To believe or unbeleive. To take control or lose control. Now that I’m coming back into academic mode, I got thinking about the summer, and the Evil 6.
Mind over Matter, she told me, as we were wading in the murky pool, on a post-monsoon morning. Most illnesses, bodily conditions, even madness - are a state of mind. And we have full control over ourselves if we can control our minds. I wrote a paper on madness for my psychology course, and studied the anti-psychiatry movement which basically argued for ‘natural’ ways of healing madness, which was a social condition rather than a mental one, influenced by one’s childhood, family and upbringing rather than inexplicable maladies. So rather than putting a ‘madman’ in a cage, or a muzzle, you let him be. The anti-psychiatry ward was a house, with bedrooms, a kitchen, a lounge and open doors and windows. Patients lived there, ate, slept and asked their assistants for medicine, but were never told to do anything, were never forced to go anywhere or kept in isolation. They were left to their own devices. They would go for walks and return to sleep in their own beds. They were the cure for their own madness. One patient, distressed with her life and in a ‘growing-up’ denial, could never keep a stable job due to acute depression. Once admitted in the ward, she stripped her clothes, and lay in her room in a fetal position for days, like a baby. When she got up, she was a changed person and went back to work as a professor. She had cured herself.