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THE SIMPLE COMPLEXITIES OF AN UGLY MAN'S MIND...


Now don't tell me that there isn't such a thing called an ugly person. There is. I know because I am one. And there are several others and some worse than these others. When I say Ugly, please bear it in your mind that I am speaking in particular about what appears to one's eyes.

 I know what you're thinking now. You've probably reached the conclusion that I have in me what experts refer to as an inferiority complex. Well, you guessed right. But Is it not the natural state of us all - being inferior to someone in one way or the other. Is it not the reason behind our never ending struggle to prove ourselves superior? Is it not the guiding force behind our selecting a peer group that wouldn't outsmart us. Isn't this what strengthens you to break precious bonds for your personal mileage? We all suffer from this fear of being Inferior. But why all this trouble? Can't we just accept the way things are...? 

 Now what do you think would be the reason behind my sudden squabbling about this 'Ugliness' and all? Don't bother guessing this time. I'll tell you right away. Rejection. And the pain it provides, ofcourse. But I'm not some disillusioned romantic trying to list out the unfair realities of life. I'm just reflecting on life as such, and as it is for Us.

 The major problem is girls. There is a common mandate among boys that an ugly one shouldn't go after a pretty girl. And these girls are in approval of this heartening rule. But the problem doesn't end there. Due to our high aesthetic functioning we ugly boys are not so much attracted towards the ugly girls. We tend to forget the fact that they are also like us. So we end up being single all the time. And in defense of this we create stories featuring those pretty girls as creatures worse than bloodhounds. 

 But there are indeed some bloodhounds among these pretty girls. They would flirt with ugly boys all they want. But when the guys speak about being serious about the relationship, it becomes a crime. Now I think it would be fair to mention the fact that more bloodhounds of this sort exist among men than among women.

 When a handsome boy stares at a girl, her cheeks redden with happiness. When we do it, the emotion that causes this reddening will be anger. When a handsome boy starts talking with a girl who is a stranger to him, for no reason whatsoever, it is considered normal. When we do it, it's the end of the world. But things are changing nowadays. Some of Us are evolved now to embrace the fact that getting serious is bullshit. And to my surprise, they are flourishing.

 All these things affects our morale. We'll begin to feel like we're good for nothing. Whatever we say to pacify our self will prove to be useless. Some among us, whom I would like to call 'Useless Ugly men', will resort to drugs which they think to be an absolving force. I have nothing further to speak of them. And let's not talk about this girls thing any further, for there are other things that needs special attention. 

 I have seen among Us a lot of people with umpteen talents and abilities. But they don't come into the spotlight just because of their 'looks'. For example, if an event organiser is looking for someone to anchor his show, first thing he would look for will be the 'looks'. It doesn't matter how well qualified we are in the rest of the areas, we will fail there. You might argue that there are career options where looks doesn't matter. But believe me, the very first impression that a person forms in the minds of others is entirely based on the way he looks. Character analysis comes next, and what if there is no time for it. And like I said, our shattered morale collapses our confidence. 

 The blame is on us. No, truly. If we fail somewhere it's our own fault. I don't intend to make it an instance of public injustice. It will not be so, even if I try. So, is there really a solution to all this? I think not. But there is, I think, an escape route. 

 Serenity. One is said to be serene when he is untouched by anything but his own thoughts. A serene person need not be happy but there will always be peace around him. To become serene all we have to do is accept things as they are. Yes, I know. It's not as easy as it sounds. So for those who have graded this already as a herculean task, I'm suggesting another one.

 Family. Do you know the true cause of happiness? I think you do. True Happiness comes from the realisation that those people you love are happy because of you. Any other reason that someone might tell you is trash(and this is the only belief in my life that I'm fanatic about). It's true that I copied it from some movie. Or was it a book? Well, I suppose that it doesn't really matter. 

 Just think... You have a little sister and you just gave her a candy that you really wanted to have. While eating that surprise addition to her chores of daily fun she might look at you with her cute little happy face. Sometimes she might even ask you to have a share. Tell me, which drug can get you as high as you will be right then. Family is magic. It's the only place where you won't be discriminated. It's one place where things are not given based on merit. If you are fed up with this Ugly world, then let it sink and disappear into the darkest corner of your heart. And in the brightest part, put your family. 

 To those among Us who find both of these things difficult to achieve, my sincerest condolences. Let the Lord be with you.

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