Sunday, January 25, 2015

A place for my head*


Commiseration. Compassion. Empathy. Consolation. There are so many words to describe but rarely an easy way to convey. You feel for someone. Not all sufferings can be transferred or shared. Some are to be only watched as the ones you care for suffer. Still do we Indians by definition of our social norms restrict ourselves from expressing our understanding of pain and anguish. In many societies hugging is a norm. In Indian cultures even thanking sometimes feels false. It all has to be gruff and any emotions to be snuffed. The word needy has a bad connotation.

Expressiveness may increase mental health, be cathartic and in general improve relations as well. I am no researcher and cannot cite any research articles for these. But I am sure I can be backed up on this.

Or does the joint family system of yore, which provided succor to the aged, ill and the weak a better option than independent, nuclear units which are in vogue?

Sometimes we need a resting place to recover. It's mostly mental than physical. Sometimes we wish to provide one for our near and dear. But it is struck in the mind and can't get out. 

* - The title is from a Linkin Park song.