A few days back my bestie, Sam, put up a post on her blog about embracing your weirdness, and not giving a damn about what people say. Now Sam and I have had a tumultuous friendship, with enough drama to fill up not one, but several books. Don’t believe me? Read this! And I don’t always approve of her posts, or rather, the topics she writes on.
But this one touched me. Because she wrote about a guy from school. A guy who was excitable, and weird, and really into music, and somehow, not quite normal. And he had a hard time because of it. The other kids made fun of him, called him names, even beat him up sometimes! I remember this well, because some of those kids were my friends.
But that never stopped him, or brought him down. He was nice to everyone, even me! I was as nice to him as I possibly could be, without inviting trouble from my friends. I didn’t go out of my way to talk to him, but I never shunned him or made fun of him. I never stood up against my friends either.
I came in contact with him on Facebook a few years ago. After school, he had somehow slipped my mind. But I hadn’t slipped his. He told me about all the awesome things he had achieved after leaving school. College gave him the chance to shine. And boy, did he shine! He was achieving so much at such a young age, that it made me almost feel like I was wasting away my life!
Most importantly, he thanked me. He said he always remembered how nice I was to him in school. I didn’t deserve the gratitude, but I accepted it graciously. And I told him I was proud of him.
And I still am. I am not one of his close friends, and he isn’t one of mine. In fact, we’ve never even met since school ended! We don’t keep in touch that often. But when I think of him, or when we talk, I am filled with immense pride and happiness. Because Karan didn’t let his demons define him, he went out into the world and created his own meaning, his own life.
Why am I writing about him now? Because a few days ago I was sitting with those very friends, and they were discussing how this weirdo from school is back home. How he’s as annoying as ever. How he tried to talk to them nicely and hang out with them but they ran away.
And I just sat there with a smile on my face. Because I knew that Karan didn’t need me to defend him, to take his side. He didn’t care what these people thought of him. He would still be nice to them, and go on to achieve much more than they had ever dreamt of.
So this is a post for all those who live their life in fear, who care about what people think or say. Don’t.