The Theory of People (Dark)

“You never really know what you are made of until you stare death in the face”. The person who came up with this one had most probably never stepped out of his house, and based his observation on an especially corny Wild West movie. Death is an extreme. Most people would be lucky if they had to wait that long to confront their real shameful selves.

In the real world, you have to face yourself much sooner than that. When you have your back to the wall, and are outnumbered, there are only two options. Fight or Flight. Your choice goes a long way in determining the person you are. It is at that instant you came face to face with reality. When you cant pretend anymore, you will see the shameful truth of who you really are.

Society is an illusion based on everybody trying to fool everybody else. And everybody can see through this charade, but they still pretend otherwise. You see, most people spend their life in mortal fear of the man in the mirror. They are so scared of what they might see, that they create an image of themselves and run with it for most of their lives. They pretend to be somebody else because they are petrified that they might not like what they really are.

You see, deep down people are all the same. Insecure and scared shitless.

The Theory of People (Light)

This is something that came to me in Kota. Everything was falling apart. On top of that I was embroiled in a pointless and extremely stupid clash of egos between between my Room Mate and the vilest, meanest syphillistic cock biscuit I have ever had the dis-pleasure of meeting, Shanky. It soon escalated into a full-scale war (yeah, right) between two hostels, and everybody who was anybody started getting involved. It was a long winding fight, as both of them had nothing else to do. The details are for another post. All you need to know is, what happened next was how all such things end. The shit hit the fan, and everybody got dirty.

Imagine this. You are standing on the roof of your Hostel enjoying a beautiful evening. Suddenly, somebody down below on the road starts abusing the fuck out of you. What people do in such a circumstance, classifies them into the following types :

Type 1 : They will pretend they did not notice, and slowly go inside. Then they will spend the rest of the day trying to prove to others (and themselves) how courageous they really are. Sadly this category comprises of more than 50% of boys I know.

Type 2 : These are the superheroes. They will be so enraged, so indignant and so scared about losing face that in their hurry to get to the man, they’ll jump down from the roof. Self Destructive.

Type 3 : The sensible kind. They’ll go down the stairs and try to talk to the man/ beat the shit out of the man. The world needs more of these people.

There is also a fourth type, but I have only ever met one person of that kind. These are the ‘Late’ people. They’ll jump down the roof AFTER the abuser goes away. Not because they are scared but because they are slow. Sadly, my room-mate was a complete Type 4. So I, being a determined and shameless Type 1, had to intervene and pretend to be a Type 3. It was not pretty and didnot go well.