Picture a boy strangled to his own imaginative paradox. Picture someone with disfigured, repulsive and patchy thoughts in a straight body, having the perfect bad bushy hair. An all time undisputed champ of “Please judge me for my shabby appearance and dusty soul” competition.
See also : Comfortable but ugly chappals.
See also : A total colour blunder in the name of what goes on with what.
Picture a pretentious wannabe fuckpiece roaming in the posh areas of South Delhi. Picture his longing eyes wandering for enoughness tirelessly, only to be shamed by call of retrieval. Picture a boy who never knew the ways of men despite reaching the age where he could be called one.
A boy liked by none,not even by himself had slept for 12 hours straight so now you can judge him for being happy. He is funny. As in looks funny and talks funny. Eh,must not be depressed. Because that’s what people in depression avoid doing. He doesn’t like holding pointy objects though. He doesn’t like going to higher places or walking alone on the bridge. He is afraid to do all these things,so he mustn’t be depressed.
Sadness? Oh,he definitely got bored of that too. Yes,people can get bored of sadness without being happy. It’s called lifelessness. Let’s not call this depression because it’s a big word. Because there are always some Gurus and “goodquote” people on Instagram who advise people to cutoff from such kind. Because if a generous person hears about it,he might advise the boy to do the same and wouldn’t that be something considering the fact that the only negative person he knows is himself?
So he is not a pro lifer but he mustn’t be depressed because he is scared by the idea of ending a human life.
So picture a boy never been loved by anyone. He is just tolerated and controlled by people around him because they are nice humans. They sympathize with him and yet they never adored him or loved him. More like they are holding down the frustration because he is pitiable. Because he could use some kindness. Because he mustn’t feel that he is all alone and shouldn’t consider them ‘not so nice’ people afterall.
Picture this miserable human who can’t even fall in love because he isn’t allowed to. Because he is held by idea that only achievers, vibe givers, optimists and lookers deserve love. Picture his empty hands when he finally fell in love but couldn’t offer anything. So he might just shut himself and lock himself in the room of worthlessness while the key of hope is destroyed.
But nah,he mustn’t be depressed because it is a big word.
Picture his parched soul waiting to be watered by self worth in a drought prone land of desires. Now picture his agony giving in to apathy. Picture this poor boy who doesn’t even know what he wants. Picture this purposeless maggot who-now-doesn’t care what he wants.
Picture the transition of a deluded innocent kid to a boy who was eluded from every single thing that can be called ‘normal’.
What do you see?
What do the pictures look like?
If you play it as motion picture, would it become a cult classic?
Let’s not call it art because it lacks visionary pain or maybe because depression is a big word and there’s yet to be discovered a land where compassion grows.