Life’s Labels

Was driving a few weeks back – a bit of a rush (aren’t we all) and was trying to speed up to the extent possible. Managed to get into the fast lane – oh yes – should be good now. Suddenly I noticed that the fast lane was actually slower than the lanes on the right and slowly people were moving out to the right and driving past. As I approached further, the cause of the slowdown came to light.

A car ahead in the fast lane was moving like a turtle and not giving way in spite of people honking leading to people moving out and staring at the driver. I too was to follow the ritual of the honk, when I noticed a small sticker on the car’s rear!

“Physically challenged; Please be patient.”

And that changed everything!! I went calm, slowed down and just kept my distance until such time I could and then as I approached my exit, moved on. As I passed the car, saw a man probably in his 60’s, both hands clenched on the wheel, concentrating on the road and driving as if there existed no one else and no tomorrow. I was a few minutes late, that was fine, but could not help wondering during the day.

What if there was no sticker? What if there was no sign? What if it was not an elderly person? What if… It also struck as an afterthought – Why did I need a sticker to be patient and calm?

We see labels all around us daily – “Baby on Board”, “School Zone”, “New Mom”, “Senior citizen driving”, “New Driver”… and that changes our attitude. We either accept them, some see them with contempt & wonder why these people are on the roads and why they don’t stay home. Why are we not patient daily in life with people around us? Why do we tend to lose our cool at the slightest instance? Do we need labels to drive our attitudes and perceptions and determine if we are to have a good day or a bad one?

The world is full of people fighting battles – A job loss, failing an exam, getting rejected on job interviews, fighting a disease, going through marriage problems, a death of loved one, financial issues…. All of them despite their battles, continue to live, they have to and they are part of society. We too are pre occupied with our problems in life and we expect others to understand or snap at some one for no reason who does not know, yet we have zero patience with others who may be going through similar situations. Some fight through, some hide away and the not so lucky ones, who lose the battle, choose to end their lives.

Everyone is fighting a battle we know nothing about, as people don’t know our battles. The common thing is – none of us wear a label about it.

The world would indeed be a softer place, if all respected life’s labels. A matter of choice. Ours!

Thanks Roshni for the thought

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About asarpota

Like to fly, but at the same time, quite on the ground, and do tend to be realistic. Very passionate about what I believe in and do, no patience with idiots, not a perfectionist, but trying to come close to it.... Not a nerd btw, value my friends very much, can criticize and have the b***s to take it on my chin. A spade is a spade!!!
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2 Responses to Life’s Labels

  1. Definitely something worth thinking, Rajesh. Everything around us has created this need for instant gratification, so much so that we get impatient when things take their own time. No time to have that slow cooked “saag”, no time to wait till the plants grow, no time to stare at the screen when a program is slow to load. We do not want the word “slow” in our lives. Which is so sad, really. Because when I reflect, the best moments in my life were those that came to fruition slowly and gradually. Practising Mindfulness and consciously detaching myself from my surrounding is not easy, but I realize that the more I adopt this approach, the better I am in my decisions and response towards the external triggers around me. Great post that felt so good to read!

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    • asarpota says:

      Could not agree more Geeta. We are so inundated and engrossed in our daily rat race routine, that we have no time for a slow pace. By the time we realize what we have lost, it is too late and we try to enjoy these moments in our twilight years, which is really sad.

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