Life in a day

This is a post I wrote for ManipalBlog. It is a bit long, but do read on:

When I close my eyes, I can see all different people in the world from town to town, from country to country. I can see it, I can feel it, I can touch it.

These are the simple words of Okwan Yoon from Korea (he says, it doesn’t matter if it is from South or North Korea)- who is travelling the world on a bicycle. 

If you have been following our facebook updates, you would’ve come across the couple of competitions we had held. We at ManipalBlog asked people to click a photo of their view at 12 noon, from around Asia on July 6th, 2012. Next week, we asked people to send in their photographs of ‘Faces’. We received a few photos across India. Nothing special about them. But when we put them together, something beautiful beyond our regular perception started taking shape. Where the whole was greater than the sum.

Today, I came across the documentary Life In a Day. It is an attempt to capture for the future generations, what it was like to be alive on the 24th of July, 2010. But without their knowledge, it has morphed into something greater than they ever imagined it to be.

For all future generations Life In a Day will be an insight into the 2010’s, an insight into our culture, our economy and our world. But for the present generations and myself, it is an insight into the very essence of life. It paints a picture of the multitudes living out there, getting through life. A melange of their joys, sorrows, love, hate, fears, cravings, boredom, tears and smiles.

In North Africa, fly smaller than here. And in turkey, smaller fly than here. But this size is same fly in Korea and Japan and China. So I feel very emotional.” says Okhwan Khoon, staring at a fly in his soup (served in Nepal).

Sometimes simple questions and simpler answers when put together can yield profound revelations. To many things unexpected but yearned for.

Whether you love football because it brings the world together, whether you love cleaning, your laptop, keeping your feet in wet sands,  being yourself, life itself or Mamihlapinatapai. Whether you fear snakes, dogs, rats, going out, cultures, losing a loved one or god Himself. Just remember these concluding words of an everyday woman:

I worked all day long.  On a Saturday, yeah I know.The sad part is I spent all day hoping for something amazing to happen, something great, something to appreciate this day, something to be a part of it, something to show that there is something great that can happen everyday in your life, in everyone’s life. But the truth is it doesn’t alway happen, and for me today nothing really happened. I want people to know that I’m here, I don’t wanna cease to exist. I’m not gonna sit here and tell you that I am this great person because, I am not..at all. I think I am a normal girl, normal life, not interesting enough to know about. But I want to be. And today, eventhough nothing really happened, tonight I feel as if something great happened.

P.S : This movie was initially conceived to commemorate the fifth birthday of YouTube. May be because of that reason, this movie is available free on YouTube. Just watch it here.

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I have to write. It makes me feel good, it gives me liberation. Sometimes, I strive to present my thoughts in its simplest of forms, as I believe in the very simplicity lies pure meaning. I constantly try to fight the environmental impressions my mind has captured as wet cement. I hope they don’t influence my writing. I hope, I am able to express my soul just as how it expresses itself to me, just as how it makes me alive. I try to banish the tiny constant monster in a corner of my heart which pulls me down, which reminds me of public opinion, ridicule. I try to tell myself that I write for myself and no-one else. I try to suppress all inhibitions, but I also realize the more I suppress these, the more they rise back. It has taken a lot of time for it to dawn upon me that the secret is, to let go, to break free. To not be influenced by anything, to keep my writing as pure an expression of me, is my sole purpose. Hereby, I present to you my simplest article.