TURNING PLASTIC???

The WORLD ENVIRONMENT DAY is approaching in a few months; the government has prohibited the use of polythene long back in Jaipur but the plastic levels in the city refuse to go down.

My personal hypothesis –

Perhaps the people of the city are turning plastic.

Hazardous as it may seem, the citizens of the pink city are probably not in the pink of their health. I guess the silicone of bitterness, contempt, betrayal, trying-to-be-someone is doing the trick.

As of lately, I observed, that people loathe being themselves. They detest their identities probably or maybe they don’t have any so the best way to mark their presence, as they feel, is to join a “cool” clique. But in this unreal approach of sticking into the reality, they forget that a clique is nothing more than a knot of burnt ropes - A knot of suffocation, which finally traces back to the gallows, where the personality and individuality of a person is hanged.

Friendship – A word which has long back been subjected to cosmetic surgery with the knives of treachery and the scissors of guile and then softly wiped with the tissue of sympathy. Be it a nose job of trust or a botox of “best friends forever”, it’s all been done. No matter how beautiful it looks at the outside, it is as hollow on the inside.

Sometimes I feel, am I the only one noticing this change? Are others blind or they refuse to see that the pancakes of fake identities they are slapping on their face will one day wash away and all they would be left with is a haggard body and a cursed soul? When will the blindfolds of this unreal desire of wanting to be someone fall off?

The answer is – the day we accept ourselves as who we are, what we think and what we do. The day we start strengthening our spine, our thoughts, our words, we won’t fear those cliques anymore and would chip off a bit of that silicone stuck on our face.
The process of turning plastic is like a malignant tumor – firstly difficult to detect and once there, spreads like a forest fire. The initial warmth comforts you, then it turns lively and wild turning all the attention to you that now you start loving it but eventually its burns you as a whole. Not only you but also the people close to you who were at some point, your friends. They too die watching you turn into a corpse with nothing to hide the ashen face, the crooked heart and the bleeding soul.

Worldly matters don’t really intrigue me but this is the matter of my environment, my surroundings where people, to a quite extent, have learnt to throw plastic litter in the dustbin but have not yet figured out that the dustbin is not them themselves!

The Armageddon is here – as the organic content in the humans abates exponentially, as the sensitivity takes a back seat, as the emoticons become the only way to transcend a smile, as the trust chokes in a silicone heart.

The players of this real world have turned unreal. The games, the rules and the relationships have changed and turned superficial. Today if someone moves a pawn ahead; it is only to make way for his knight to kill the King. But yet the quest, to win something that doesn’t even exist, is alive and raging.

It can be really tough to understand this abstruse piece of writing. Maybe it’s too abstract, maybe it’s too nebulous, but trust me, it’s just an attempt to indicate what catastrophe this way of living can cause to humanity.

And coming back to my old good friend plastic, no matter how much you ban it, it has seeped its way through. From the plastic body of the pen that I am writing with to the transparent strap of my bra, next is what?