Viva La Vida

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
//I don’t usually do this, but I guess I can make an exception once. Isn’t very well written.
//Pardon errors and whatever; isn’t meant to be perfect. Do appreciate suggestions, though.
//It's actually somewhat cheesy, in retrospection. Insomnia can be weird.

Submitted: June 03, 2016

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Going by my likes and dislikes in general, a city would be an embodiment of everything I am ardently against. They're chaotic and unruly, and there's far too much happening for my tiny human brain to keep track of, let alone comprehend. Keeping that in mind, I've always wondered why I'm particularly drawn to large cities. Despite the fact that my room is usually a mess, I'm actually fond of order, cleanliness and discipline. Yet cities, especially Indian ones, are polar opposites. It always struck me as odd that I'd fall for places characterised by dirt, grime, disorder, and commotion.
Does my subconscious find order in this mess? As much as I'd like to believe it, that is very, very unlikely.
It took me a while to arrive at this conclusion, but for once, something tells me that my deduction might not be too inaccurate.
Despite the sorrow, the despair, the misery and everything negative about human life that cities happen to be full off, they are also full of the complement. You find joy in every corner, they teach you appreciate the happiness and pleasure that accompany even the smallest, most insignificant of things. For every spot, every stain, every act of crime, you find people doing their best to make up for it. In spite of the decadence, the disease, the pain and suffering, there is always a little hope. Isn't that something worth admiring? It’s rather fortunate that this one still lives inside Pandora’s pithos.
And of course, there are the people. What are cities without people? Empty buildings, vacant rooms, abandoned roads. Where is the hustle and bustle of a city, where are its sights and sounds without the people?
On another note, it's interesting that I find large metros a lot more appealing than smaller towns. The difference is rather stark in our country; not just in terms of amenities and facilities, but in terms of cleanliness, quality of life, and a number of other things that fall under the list of my general 'likes'; I guess this is where it kicks in; it has to, somewhere. I'd be rather surprised if it didn't.
Enough of digressing. I’ve rambled on for long enough; it’s time I finished this.
I’ve come to realise that irrespective of our personal views about the urban life and everything it means, these cities are a lot more than what we usually perceive them to be; a city is more than a melting pot of cultures and beliefs, it is an embodiment of energy, a city is life personified - with the hordes of people struggling to overcome challenges, the city itself ever-changing in its dynamics, and the people moulded by it to keep adapting to these changes; what is this, if not the very spirit of life on this world? It is this indomitable spirit of life that has let it survive, and even thrive in the most desolate of conditions for billions of years. Is it strange that this very thing is what gives a city its beauty, what makes these centres of our civilisation, the manifestation of our hopes and dreams? I guess not.
And no matter how much we humans may try to distance ourselves from nature, we are part of this world. Is it not natural for us to be drawn to life?


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