In recent years a common factor among the people that I meet
is the dissatisfaction with their respective lives. A whole lot of people I
know are quitting the comfortable jobs after working for a couple of years. Some of them
are planning to do so in sometime. The strange part is that some of them are
pursuing their unconventional dream jobs so to say, with handsome salary packages
and this fact comes as a surprise to someone like me who is more or less
unemployed trying to find a way to break in to a world which is still a distant
dream.
This disillusionment of perpetual tedium of office life isn’t
a new phenomenon but the apparent nature of its occurrence is something that was
missing from our earlier generations. During a discussion, the primary response of my parents on
this topic was that, “today’s people are
unappreciative of the things they have so easily”. Maybe it is one of the factors;
another one could be the unrealistic desire of some alien happiness aroused
from the “meme culture” of social media. This constant overload of information
and opinion forming machinery is causing a mass-numbing of sensory and
presenting a regulated picture of “Happiness”.
In my opinion this magical happiness doesn’t exist. Happiness
is truly the by-product of a productive day, with productivity being a new
thought produced or a new experience cultivated through affection and
stimulation. Now by this statement I don’t want to induce the philosophical
mumbo-jumbo like work productivity isn’t productivity, a new thought produced
in fact forms the basis of work productivity, but when this thought is repeated
for mass production, it isn’t actually a new product anymore, rather just a
perpetual cycle of the initial igniting process. So even in traditional work culture the productivity
is kept alive by constantly improving an existing product, making upgrades and tackling
with upcoming problems.
The biggest victim of this disenchantment with the “present
scenario” is the young middle class population. The middle class today is very
different from the middle class a few decades ago. Today the fight is not for
the basics. The biggest travesty of the middle class today is that they work
their whole lives to be the first copy of the elite. They want to struggle and hustle
their whole life working mindlessly towards getting closer to the things which are
available to the elite by default. It really is a sad position to be in when a
person is willing to work whole life with the only motif of increasing the “buying
capacity”. In the popular media, this fight is portrayed as righteous and just.
This mind-set is the fodder for the ruling class, be it political ruling class
or the big giants corporate. The power lies with the powerful by keeping
people smart enough to be efficient workers and dumb enough to be a mindless
customer.
This pursuit of mediocrity is what makes it easy to churn huge profits. After decades of TV and advertisement intake everything that is popular is highly mediocre. Be it music, food, cinema, writing, Television, poetry, people, jobs.
This doesn’t mean that earning a decent living isn’t a noble
pursuit, it surely is. It is a prerequisite that one should be able to have a
shelter, three square meals, clothing, education and a proper healthcare for
themselves and their families. But once you are at that financial milestone maybe
it’s time to think beyond that and beyond that isn’t just the up-gradation of
shelter, clothes or car.
So maybe this unrest is the good thing. Something new might
come up with the unrest of our generation. All those feeling dissatisfied with
their lives are probably at the threshold of arising self-esteem not letting
them living a life of disbelief, which might one day take them to self-actualization
as per Maslow’s hierarchy.
Getting a job or making money is a necessity but not with
the consequence of living life as a person living in a shell, too formulated to
stimulate thought process,
But what do I know? I am just jobless person.
I have been trying to finish my blog on Mediocrity for months now and I resonated with your words at so many instants that it was like you are reading my mind. Wow :) Firstly, it's very well written Navjyot ! I hope it intrigues the intrigued. I read somewhere that, 'the dream is free, but the hustle is sold separately' and it has stayed with me ever since. What I have also realized is that sometimes this hustle is even more significant than the dream because it teaches you so much about yourself as an independent entity, of course only if you allow yourself to not suffer from it. After a lot of thought and self-realization in the last couple of years, I have now come to the conclusion that my biggest fear is Mediocrity. It's my kryptonite. And it does not mean that I am pursuing to be someone imaginary or limitless, it only means I am pursing to be the best, highest, most awakened version of myself. So far so good. :) Sending you a lot of positive vibes. Rise and shine. I loved the piece.
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ReplyDeleteSome very important points written within a small space. And there is a charming peace in your revolt, my friend. I always feel it is too damn late, don't you? Too damn, like it doesn't even matter which year it is anymore... 2012 was late. Now?? Feels numb to the point of neutrality.
How IT has pervaded-permeated-infused into the things of life, country youth dependent on them for fodder and that (elite-copy-bright-eyed-parental-expectation), them depending on our youth... Wonder what the dead (sorry) freedom-fighters, their souls, from 1950s or so... hell, they have failed so bad directly on their faces. (About this time, the lane below goes to meet a Bhagat Singh Marg I guess. Shit.)
And in the 50 years or so... this artificial permeation of information under our skin literally altered the stance and destiny of the nature-loving-living Indians, be it from Americas or this quarter of ours, all the same.
Right?
If this unrest is any good, it is because it reveals a tragedy that we should have been perceptive of since a long time... but how long really, till every last dumb person understands? And even that's nothing, as long as we don't really know the solution, and the precise cultural glue or knowledge of (the hoped) utopian future.
At least, a little quality of this clueless future is rising from our voices.
And if it finds harmony with that of some few others, friends, that will be the sign of some beginning. And I also think that kind of beginning suggests a kind of 'end' (coming before it) that's subtle, counter-intuitive, and glorious in its ubiquity.