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I believe in a time-tested maxim: if you have nothing good to say about someone, it's best not to say anything at all. In short, what we call "bitching" is quite an unhealthy practice. Some compulsively speak ill of people, others do it for fun or for personal vendetta; to score one over another or to rocket one's ego; the sense of "I am Right, you're Wrong." Before you know it, it becomes a habit & the habit transmogrifies into a negative character trait, hence opening up a Pandora's box .We often mistake "venting" for "bitching". Venting may be good, the latter is not. One need NOT translate into the other. It's a personal choice, and I'm sure we're mature enough to make the right one. Spread the good word!
By the way, I've just realized the reason for my steadily declining blog posts. No, it's not just a decently busy schedule but an addiction for brevity. In simpler terms, an inclination towards the micro-blogging monster that is Twitter. However, although brevity is considered the soul of wit, bibliophiles will agree that nothing beats a full-blown written conversation. Which is why I try to bring myself back to my writing roots; back to my blog and breaking free of the 140 word-limit shackles.
The city of Mumbai is dotted with gigantonormous slums. Millions reside in these inadequate spaces and it is this forced proximity that perhaps strikes an instant kinship amongst them; making every joy & sorrow a shared sentiment. The street outside my house is often witness to the bonding these slum-dwellers share in many walks of their lives, where they sing & dance together as a secular unit at festivals, lose themselves in the merriment of a mate's first step into marital bliss, grieve on each other's shoulder on someone's passing and gang up against the tide when one of their own is shown in poor light. Irrespective of the occasion, I have seen them enjoy their slice of life to the hilt, augmented by playful gossip & ranting debates. Loneliness is, by habit, an unknown feeling for them.
In this vast, vast city, where distances or the lack of it can kill conversations, this bonhomie is indeed a visual & spiritual treat. As I write this, there is a considerable din brewing up downstairs, which is an indication of another approaching excuse for merriment. So for the meantime, I shall cool my fingers & become a busy observer. Till next time …
"Evolve Your Mind" by Jesi