Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Lost in transition…


Earlier today I was speaking with a friend and she asked me how I felt about not being in my own country.

While that triggered a lot of thoughts and emotions, it made me wonder how our entire generation lives in this medley of different cultures.

As culturally aloof as we think we might have become and conquered the fear of accepting our identities, it is as hard to leave the want and desperation of wanting to be a part of your own country. The furiousness of not being completely tolerating of any country yet wanting to be a character of both cultures is intimidating by itself. The struggle to call any other country your own and the fight to accept not being a part of your own country yet wanting to be one amongst those people is almost a never ending process.

The identity crisis and lack of the sense of belonging together weave a frame of mind that prances with abandonment and creates emotional spaces and we end up lingering with the over-dramatization of culture, religion, belief and behavior.

What is the color of culture, what is the rhythm of religion, what is the crispness of belief and what is the sound of behavior?

The memorandum of unsettlement is a prism through which the reflections of self, get shaped in such a way that the own appears ironic and the distant appears own. Yet living in that coded abstruse belt feels like an ever so irrecoverable and preoccupying maze which never speaks for itself most certainly but almost always interrogates you, while most of us are still bridging the gap to find ourselves amidst the tangled system.

Our generation is most ineptly lost in this transition of identity and culture hunt.

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