Riding the hate-train

You know what makes us emotionally screwed? We love to hate things, and we are not even a bit choosy about it. We despise those things that never happen to us; for instance, true love, a rich dying grandfather, conditionless sex (or in some cases, just sex), and for all that we curse our destiny. Nonetheless, we also loathe things that are meant for us, mostly shrugging it off because of our ever growing discontentment.  In nutshell, we can’t bear what’s theirs, and can’t adore what’s ours. If we add up both the equations, what we get is unreasonable hatred for every-damn-thing that somehow affects our lives.

With the right set of eyes and the ability to interpret, one can witness this phenomenon anywhere, and metro compartments are no different; infact, they are more like a black market of abomination. Getting all the negativity at wholesale prices.  

The long queue at the entry point, paranoid police officers, insufficient metro card balance, insanely slow person blocking the way, out of order escalators, overloaded lifts, too many stairs, suppressing the fetish to cross the yellow line, wrong announcements, boarding Vaishali instead of Noida City centre; all of them are merely starters to our hate feast. One can easily imagine how worse things can get once the train commences its journey.

If we are standing up, we stare down hard at those sitting and proud. And if, out of sheer luck, we are blessed with a seat, we tend to dig out reasons to dislike it too- space not sufficient, co-passenger is sweaty, view is not to our liking, lack of charging point, and absence of hot girl in the chosen compartment.  Moreover, their beats audio headset hanging there like an albatross around their neck or the fancy silicon mobile covers that you never thought ever existed, makes you envious like an old queen of the fairy land.

The slightest of acts in the crowded compartment sparks up your rage upto Delhi’s summer temperature. An unintentional, harmless push appears either to be a battle-call to your masculinity or an assault to your sexuality. The innocent turn of newspaper pages torture your eardrums for a dreadful crime that you never committed. You may think that every element of the universe is out there to infuriate the deeply buried jolly-good-fellow out of you.

It clearly proves that we are pro at disliking stuff. But, is it really something to gloat about! This skill doesn't even qualify to be added into our resume, yet we apply it in our lives. Hate and its numerous evil off-springs significantly affect the way of our life- the way of love and affection.   

It’s time that we take our pre-conceived notions and negative perspectives, slant them by 45 degree, and see everything from the new set angle. I think it’s time to extract some gold out of those coal mines. Look for something beautiful in our everyday situations. Feel content. Try smiling instead of frowning. I think it's high time we realise that hate is too expensive to be spend on lousy things, try love, it's cheaper.