Why do people take pride in being able to live with suffering?
Why do unhappy couples take pride in their fiftieth anniversary? Why do mothers take pride in doing unnecessary favours for their children at the cost of their precious health?
India is supposed to be a land rich in culture and heritage, where everything is made of pure love and sacrifice is the epitome of nobility. Have we pushed it to the point where we now perform sacrifice just for the sake of nobility, where it's hardly even directed at anyone? Have we begun to desecrate sacrifice, by removing it's actual sacrificial nature from it? Nothing is noble about giving up someone's happiness at the cost of others' happiness; that leaves nothing to be proud of at all.
Tradition and culture really aren't meant to be followed unless in entirety. It's all or nothing; dedication to humanity makes you a better person than those who dedicate themselves to only a fraction of the holy books.

Yesterday made me doubt my ideas of righteousness; why should anyone refrain from exploring? Does every girl really have to hold herself back just to be a better prospective marriage choice than the others on shaadi.com? 

Maybe what's better than being a textbook angel is really knowing yourself; letting yourself go and seeing what happens. To know how far out of your supposed comfort zone you have to go to be comfortable, in a world with no boundaries to confine you. To see who you'd be with no judgemental sneers being offered to you at every corner. 

When I got a mental picture of everything that can possibly happen out there, I felt like I belonged in my tiny world, where everything is innocent, traditional, and familiar; just the way it's always been. But once I got back to my own world, I realised that I don't belong here. This world, too, is just a phase, just like the rest of them. I don't know myself. I belong in a place with no boundaries to confine me, because if I had no boundaries, this isn't where I'd end up choosing to be. I belong in a place where there's more than just right or wrong; I belong in the grey area. And I've never realised before that this is something to be proud of. :)

It's funny how often you find someone that shows you a little piece of yourself through a tiny mirror in themselves. It's weird how these people, who are so much like you in a particular way, are yet so different from you in every other way. It's the most remarkable is when you find these glazed reflecting pieces of yourself in people that you've always considered pure evil.
It makes you wonder, is it really possible to have pure evil, or goodwill? I doubt it. Even the most saintly face can hide a mind full of the darkest thoughts, and even the exterior that resembles a devil may house a heart full of compassion. It just depends on who's looking, and from where. You'd probably be surprised to see how many people consider you an evil character in your life, especially if you're one of those people who consider themselves a bundle full of joy, spilling bits of happiness to everyone that comes across your path.
Path. That reminds me, I've got SO much to study.
Sometimes I'm really proud of myself for choosing to do the hardest things, and never giving up on my dreams. And sometimes, I wonder why I hate myself enough to do that. Maybe the only pure evil in my life is myself. :/
Exam time is odd. Everyone around you is busy, and busy people always come with an increased tolerance to other people's opinions and feelings; something which I haven't yet been able to be busy enough to be tolerant to.
Having said the most twisted thing that's been on my mind, now I have to sign off and find the strength in me to go read something that's twisted much beyond even my scope.