The Cockroaches
Cockroaches peeping over the water-pipes. Cobwebs at
the ceiling corners. Red stains of tobacco spits all over the walls. I continue
to gaze at the walls below the staircase as her head slowly disappears beneath
the flight of stairs. The cobwebs have grown, the red stains have been
replenished over the year, the cockroaches in our bathroom have given birth to
tiny babies who scamper all over when the rooms get dark. They say cockroaches
can survive anything, even an apocalypse. I wonder, are we cockroaches?
Over the year, the world has turned upside down.
Economy has crumbled. Peasants, who had been rotting in the hell of their
lives, have risen in revolt. The relentless online classes have cost my 7-year
old brother a pair of big heavy spectacles. Market is on fire. Maybe my eyes
are burning too but I can’t feel it.
Yes, for us, the cockroaches, who struggle through
make it through a day, who fight endlessly to get up in the morning, to carry
ourselves to the basin and force ourselves to eat and drink and work, so that
we can live one more day, for us, to whom, life has lost all of its meaning –
for us, it has all been the same. Only, we don’t have to struggle anymore to
get out of our room. The pandemic has ensured that.
Sometimes, I think after everything we have gone through, an apocalypse would be a blessing, that is, if we don’t survive it.
Very often, some friend calls me and says, “I don’t
feel like living anymore. Life feels so empty, so damn meaningless.” It fills
me with frantic despair. I feel helpless because I don’t have anything to
console them. I can’t offer them fake solace saying, it’s going to be better
because in situations like these, you never know how the sun will shine the
next morning. I understand what they are going through and I can’t do anything
to make them feel better. And that sucks.
The kind of reaction you get when you share this
crisis with anyone, makes things worse and you end up alone with all of your
frustration, grief, hopelessness, emptiness, and desperation and anguish.
What’s worse, most of the time, you don’t even have a good reason for
depression and that makes it sound all the more ridiculous. “No one will get
it” you think to yourself and go off to sleep. When you get up, you feel worse.
And you sleep again. That is, if you have the luxury to do so. Otherwise, the battle
continues. The battle to remain alive at the thoroughfare of death.
Sometimes, you wonder. With so much of death around
us, with so much of death sipping in through the cracks of our life each and
every day, how do people or if people remain alive? How do people live in a
world teeming with such adulteration, affectation, betrayal, deception and
cruelty? How do people dream in a life that has essentially nothing to offer
but a void deep as abyss? What is the point in thriving amidst all this chaos?
Questions. Questions. Questions. So many unanswered questions, questions that
are never asked, questions that will perhaps always remain unanswered but that
will continue to define and redefine your life.
I have been grappling with depression for over years
and it has only worsened with time and I know thousands like me, are out there.
Call it playing victim card, luxury of the aristocratic, being egocentric and
self-obsessed or whatever, you cannot deny our existence. Yeah, people say all
of that, but you know what, if you are one of us, then you know better than to
get intimidated by them. For all you care they can go to hell. They haven’t sparred
like you did, they haven’t survived life and death, they haven’t been the
‘losers’, marked and pitied and looked down upon by the rest of the world. They
can babble all they like but at the end of the day, you and you alone will
stand before life incarnate and confront it single-handed. And you know what
that costs.
It sucks. It pains. It stings like hell. But you
need to figure out your life for yourself. You need to sort out the mess and fight
on.
‘That’s Life’…
Your opening paragraph and the link between cockroaches and us reminded me of Kafka's Metamorphosis! ❤️
ReplyDeleteVery well-written piece and I hope talking and sharing your thoughts help you grapple with the situation in a better way.
Thank you Avinash for your kindness. However, this is not only for myself but also for those who are suffering like me. I intend to make them feel a tad better, a tad less alone.
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