The Rationale Behind Not Giving a Fu*k About Anything

I still don’t get why everyone starts to bother the kid at the end of the depressed street, or throw paint on top of the artist who only wished to express his emotions—and if things aren’t settled enough, they will make you walk their walk and be in the angst of their own defeat.

Trembling for the last three hours, there is no one to comfort him—or what is even a human programmed to do. The songs written such elegantly, they will throw it for the vultures to feed, and label him as the outcast of this ‘special land’—at least that’s what they are compelled into believing.

But have you ever thought that, out of all the calamities around you—the kid still manages to get up and walk for a few more miles before breaking down and crying behind closed doors. There is no such thing as a good human, and all that is—imaginary curtains acting like they will protect everyone.

But what if I say that those who suffer—their beauty is incomprehensible. The casual mind is just unable to absorb and that is why they bring blinded daggers to strike you with. I too, as time passed by such uncontrollably—the stars once told me to leave the steps behind if one was always dragging you behind.

So I started walking, talking to my imaginations as if no one existed. And in the midst of chaos, one finds the colors of this malevolent soil—which still is not as bad as one thinks it may be. I have learnt to walk away, unto the rhythms of concrete isolation when even my own pulses start racing against me.

So what if you are still unemployed, living with your parents and under the influence of societal expectations. Life is too short to be thinking about the small things that will not even matter tomorrow. Today is a grand chance to dance, and be at ease with the splendid surrounding.

The on-goer will continuously utter, but his breath has already been infected—trying to bring you down with him. And why is it that I care so much about what he says. Perhaps it is because of the psychology our own minds—that we just cannot deal with such acts of the upper kind.

And to you my love, all that I have learnt all this while is that nobody will stand by you when the world starts falling, but the epiphany of one’s art and imaginations. So why bother, or even look at the authoritarian who so craftily tries to bring you down.

It’s a battle, because they too are fighting for acceptance and of control over the silent yet brilliant elites of the society. There is no one out there who can break you, but yourself—who has always been at the epicenter of this bloody game.

Walk to the left if you see the forger trying to blind you from the right—and don’t even listen to the already mute ‘star’ who thinks he owns the world. In the midst of this life—there is no better expression that not giving a fu*k about anything or anyone.

-Yogesh Chandra