Why 'perfection' is not me?

Photo:Jayashree

As the new year 2014 begins, with the aroma of sweets and savouries, there are taste buds relentlessly waiting to approve of the 'perfect' pie.

An idea of the 'perfect' in the seas of imperfection have always been a matter of great discussion and still the struggle continues.  This constant tussle between the mythical 'perfect' and the realistic imperfect resonates in our lives. From food to appearance, from voting in the Elections to being voted as the most desirable personality, from 'swayamwar' to sex and from YOLO to R.I.P, 'perfect' is what we all seek in somewhere, something or in someone, infact generally everyone, including oneself.

There is no point in talking about something which affects us so dearly with sarcasm but with an understanding of how it manifests in our way of life. Our ideas about 'being there' or 'reaching there' have only multiplied our problems more than opening up new and better avenues.

'Perfection' is an achievable myth. It does not exist and yet we are constantly taught to be 'one of them', the rich, the successful, the famous, the conqueror of the world and in short, 'the best'. To be in the league and to run fast in order to top the league become one of the first lessons of growing up whether we accept it gracefully or ruefully down the line.

We live in a world where the idea of being 'perfect' is as diverse as the different kinds of life forms. Where skin colour or the waist size or the rate of development of the economy are all valued on the same scale of 'perfection'. Marks on the skin or in an examination become the parameters to achieve what the world calls as 'perfect'. Confusion reigns and rings the bell of depending on what does not exist.

Photo: Jayashree

Dozens of resolutions are made every new year with anticipation of improvement and with aim of achieving the 'perfect' state. We simply forget that if resolutions could make us reach a supposed state called 'perfect', then dreams would have taken us to a state beyond 'perfection' owing to their much recurring nature. 

So, at the end of the road, what remains is the real 'you', distant and different from the 'perfection' that is so desired. That completes you. That completes me. It shall engulf the world. We shall bathe and brew in that feeling. Ignorance is definitely a bliss. Being 'perfect' is not by any means, for us!