Hail!!! Self Help Groups

Ever since I have landed up in Bangalore I have been trying to find the meaning from everything that I see around me, I guess this is because I am always surrounded by lunatic guys, who dreams of their own world. Weekends have always been a real experience; I truly venerate the beating of the hearts around me, when we sit down and booze. In Paulo Cheolo words we are the self-help groups- the Alcoholics anonymous. I find our feelings are so similar, when we talk about the things we normally would fear to reveal, when we are in our so called senses. The incomprehensible emotions of the normal man, takes forms of words and sentences when we are in a state that would appear to be rather amusing and ludicrous to senseful souls. I experienced the same thing when I was Seoul, drinking wine in the pub, full of apprehensions about the flavor of human souls there.

I was in the pub with one of my blokes in a Bar, savoring vodka and enjoying the aura of the aphrodisiac atmosphere. With lovely gals around, wearing 'so near yet so far' kind dresses, and serving you with the best kind of decency I have ever seen. A few minutes later, a young girl dressed in a shiny red starched skirt came and sat with us, smiling as if she know my profound feelings, which I thought were only for me to know. The easiness, with which she was talking, the words sprouting from her lips and gestures of her massacred eyes, implored me to share my intimate things with her.

'Where are you from?'
'India'
'Aaha! That's a nice place, I have heard'
'Yeah! it is'
'How do you find Seoul?'
'Its nice, clean city'

I feared, my not so complete answers might put her off, but my colleague was skilled enough to make up for my answers.

'The girls are pretty here' said he.
'Oh! What about in India?'
'They are fine, but not as open up as they are here'

I completely disagreed with my colleague. We have our set of traditions and values that are rooted in us when we grow up. We are different culture after all, what is waste there, is opportunity here, what is taboo here, is looked up there, what is being open up there crosses the sensibilities here.

'What's your name?'
'Aditya'
'What's yours?'
'Anna'
'You have girlfriend?'
'No, I don't'
'We can't have girlfriends as easily as we can have in this part of the world' my friend interrupted.
'Aaha! Is it, but why?'
'Sorry! I am still looking for the answer'
'How about a Korean girlfriend?'
'That would be nice for you, Aditya' said my colleague 'Abe isi ko try kar na'

I guess human beings in this world are bound by images, and we try not to disturb these images. This prevents us from saying the things, we would like to say, and from getting the things we desire most. But this lady was an exception, or rather being in such kind of business, she had seen enough of people to form a constant image that a person would fit into. Free of prejudices, free of images, free of conclusions. During our conversation, I never found her reaching to a conclusion either about India, that we represented there or about us in particular.

We were tempted, and I in particular to go to the same place, for all the days we were in Seoul. I wonder what force, binds people with different tastes, different sets of beliefs. Why we form relations, why they break. As one of my friend said: "Communication is the best way to from a relationship, to continue it and to break it. Still people prefer to walk away from relations, without saying a thing, or giving you a reason". However man has always been able to console himself, find reasons for him, though some questions are destined to be unanswered, and I guess we must be brave enough to accept things as they are. And we are brave sometimes as we don't have any other option.

All the times I sat in the bar, I remembered the self-help group back in India. The fearless, brave souls on the earth, who can talk about anything on this earth, about their weird fantasy of fornicating the sexiest bodies on the earth under the consent of the king, about embarrassing moments, about love, about love lost, about masochistic feelings or anything weird on this earth. And all the time I felt that the emotions of the humans akin to the same source.

All humans are same guys!!! Same blood, same bones, same flesh...
Things and thought like this relaxes your jaded nerves... makes you feel you are not alone on earth....isn't it guys....