'Settle ho jao beta'
'He is all settled'
We crave settlement.
Settlement brings in predictability. It brings in a sense of security.
And it brings in
boredom.
I work for an
organisation which has a significant proportion of people giving 30-40% of
their lives. Sometimes more.
They know / knew exactly
how their next day, month or year will
be. Probably not exactly, but the variations too are predictable.
I long for such
predictability every once in a while. And then instantly I dread it too.
It is as if I know
what I don’t want, but I am not sure what I really want.
It has been a good
10 years like this. I work hard to achieve something which people long to have
precisely for its stability, I get it too and then I begin to dislike it
precisely for its stability.
It is too stable.
Too boring. Too predictable. Too mundane.
I love madness. I
want each day to surprise me.
Yet a part of the
middle-class Marathi woman inside me craves for settlement. Predictability.
Looking for a place
where I can get both, and then I will settle right there. Probably.
