The circuit
Blogged on, Friday, August 27, 2010 at 9:54am ·
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There are some things among some of us that we have common.
You'd either know what I'm talking about or it may just go wasted. Either which ways, let's begin.
It
takes us time, effort and inclination to explain to people what we do
and why we do what do and how it impacts who and when, somewhere in the
macro scheme of things.
Our parents may not understand
what exactly we do or what keeps us awake in the middle of the night.
Anything that takes more than 10 seconds to explain to the relatives is a
bit of a bother.
Most of us are classic conditioned,
borderline OCD cases, damaged irreparably. Those beyond the border OCD,
wait to welcome us on the other side.
Our (non-air
kissing) social life is confined to commuting hours. We are thankful to
have a social life. Ditto for commuting hours; possibly since it allows
for the former.
Our friends 'on the circuit' speak the same
minimalistic language. Raised eyebrows, knowing smiles, nodding glances,
supportive shoulder pats.
Our friends off the circuit wonder what the constant state of the big fuss is all about and tell us to get a life.
We are terribly guarded, perhaps not so much by baggage or biases but rather out of habit.
A history of political correctness ensures that we can’t really *talk* talk to just about anybody and everybody.
We especially enjoy our silences. When we have them.
Our
personal accomplishments, however mediocre, are milestones and our
world rejoices with “Alleluia!” Our professional accomplishments,
however remarkable, are hygiene and yea, whatever.
We know we'd be most appreciated, at a point in time that we fervently hope ourselves, never arrives that we truly be needed.
We
catch up only over whatever allows for generous doses of caffeine or
alcohol. These are particularly less tedious if we speak the same
language.
Those who nurture us inspite of our scrolls of
damnation can never be venerated enough for their large-heartedness,
patience and compassion.
Our dream break is trotting off
to see the world, getting all scratched and muddy in green forests or
sunning like mudskippers across beaches, preferably over more alcohol.
What we truly need however, is to be heavily sedated and laid to rest with our ears underwater.
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