The bigger picture

And here i sit, at 3-05 in the morning, complaining about my utter uselessness, lack of commitment and association to weird men.

Who the fuck am i to complain? There are people in this world who live perfectly happy lives, and have faced a hell-of-a-lot more than i ever will. Case in point-

1- A friend who's dad recently passed away because a weird pain in his back ultimately caused the entire left side of his body to become paralysed. After unsucesful surgery, the only power that the man had over his bieng was off blinking once when he meant to imply a "yes" and blinking twice to imply a "no". As if this wasnt bad enough, my friends younger brother is mentally defficient, and his one source of support was his father, to such an extent that the guy is almost normal now, just because of the positive influence of his dad. Now, strapped for cash, my friend is taking a year off from university to work and support the family. Bloody hell.. and i complain about not having a social life that i actually enjoy, and friends that mean nothing.

2- The man who i meet in India when i visit every winter. The son of a news paper hauker, my grandfather lived in slums and had no money for decent food or clothing. From such a bleak beginning, hes now a supreme court lawyer, giving back to a society which gave him nothing much to begin with. And i complain about a zit on my cheek.

3- A friend, whos mother is a schizophrenic, and often hears voices which tell her to leave the house and just dissapear. Ive been on those hunts, searching for where her mother has gone this time, hoping against hope that she hasnt hurt herself. As if that wasnt enough, her elder brother died when he was 17, and she was too young to understand the real implications of what had happened. Now, shes studying at Cambridge, only because Oxford couldnt convince her that it was better. And here i complain about how theirs nothing ever worth eating in my fridge.

4- (On a lighter note.. eventhough the jump from death to this might be a bit too much to ask)
My relative, who has SOMEHOW gone and fallen in love with his maids daughters friend. No joke, hes in love, and REAL love by the way, with the daughter of a truck driver, who earns less than the cost of his last meal at the likes of Okra and Aylanto. Born and bred in London, here for some work, the guy somehow manages to land himself in this. I dont know wether to be incredibly elitist and say, "WHO are you kidding?" or just smile and go along with it. The girl (my mother for some reason named her gul-e-bulbul) is "smoking hot" he claims. And here i complain about a guy who asks for my number. DUDE atleast he can speak english.

5- That guy i met once in Thailand, whos wife ran away with his best friend. (Yes that ACTUALLY happens in REAL life.)

6- The mosquito i just killed. Mundane lives over cold bloody murder? Give me monotony anyday.

There is real pain in this world, and i should just thank whoever the hell is up there for giving me a semi-sane family, a solid support system, and the ability to think, smile, cry and love. Sometimes, when you stop swimming in the endless sea of your shortcomings and come up for air, you realize, that its really NOT that bad, and even if it is, it can be much much worse.

A weird take on it i know, but its all thats keeping me going right now.