Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Perfection, Completion and Complication...

Ok, so we have the theory of perfection and completion…applicable to almost anything: people, circumstances and even life as a whole!

Like for example, take my house, no, make that my HOME (from which we are being thrown out by the way… serving the one month notice till we find an alternative, but more on that later). It isn’t perfect by any means: what with the cat poop, the lizards, the bed bugs (some people crib about them… I never had any problems), the plumbing, the malfunctioning television, it has its issues. But as far we are concerned, it’s complete! We couldn’t have asked for anything more, or make that, we were (still are, even though we know the happy days are coming to an end) so happy in this house that we can’t ask for anything else which will significantly add to our satisfaction. On the other hand, consider my house (and not my home) in Kolkata: the plush, 3-bedroom flat in the poshest area of the city, the spacious living room where you can play football, the 42-inch TV, the music system, and not to mention the closet space for my huge bundle of clothes. For anybody who walks in, it’s a dream home: perfection personified! But for someone like me, who has barely spent any time there, who has just visited it for a few days during vacations, who has no emotional attachment to it, it hardly means anything. I miss my childhood rented flat in the modest locality where I grew up, where I made most of my friends and where I made memories: not perfect memories, but definitely complete ones!

Similarly for people, I may not be perfect, in fact, I am very very imperfect… but I would like to believe that I am not quite as incomplete as I am imperfect. I am complete in the sense, that I have not missed out on any of those phases of life (childhood, adolescent, hostel life, working and studying, campus life and now the independent domestic life). Nor have I missed out on the any of the stages of life: I was never born with a silver spoon, nor was I perpetually deprived: so that journey from badly craving something and not being able to afford it to gradually being able to afford it and not wanting it, has also been an experience where you appreciate all the good things simply because you know how bad it can be.

So while perfection need not imply completion, it’s not necessary that just because you are imperfect, you are incomplete as well. In fact, I would rather be complete than be perfect. It helps to choose because right now, I am neither!

And of course, apart from perfection and completion, there is complication which is probably the most rampant feature of our lives! So yes, I may not be perfect, I may not even be complete, but yes, I am definitely complicated…

2 comments:

soumya said...

u just keep getting better woman...
:)

soumya said...

u just keep getting better woman...
:)