I am Scorpion. Are you Pisces? A common question. A common sign. A common disease. “We, the People of this Mother Earth label ourselves, from the time of our conception to the time we decimate into fine dust!”
Labelling- An art masterfully engineered into our DNA that makes me wonder sometimes that are we sitting with a rubber stamp, ready to stamp each thing, each moment with our “intelligent-indelible-modern-ink.”
Zodiac signs. Those just aren’t some randomly designed beautiful ancient drawings, they are something serious. Serious as shit! A label that’s been lingering around from time immemorial and seems to affect our everyday chores, our future, our present and obviously our morning tea reading it. The horror-scopes, the happiness we get after being given good labels by them, the confusion and moping after being let down by the scopes and the constant curiosity of the next day horror-scope. The desperate need for truth in these predictions.
How can we forget 38-27-38 labels? These BWH labels have been so easily incorporated into our lives that we have forgotten them as measurements. “Busty”, “plump”, “narrow”, “rig”, are some of our popular labels to describe the opposite sex. But our inking process doesn’t stop on the physical levels, it penetrates much deeper. “She’s an introvert.” “He’s dark.” “He’s shy.” Labeled. She-labeled. He-labeled. All-labeled. It’s become a disease, a plague of some kind. When we don’t have words to describe or converse with a person, we bombard him with these similar traits and synonyms. Even in the economic sense, we range from being a member of Fortune 500 to just being an extra member of a family crippled with disease, poverty and despair. And the tax slabs show us our labels too! And how can we forget the “so called paths” who have suddenly risen due to Sherlock Holmes, Harvey Specters, Barney Stinsons? “I am a highly functioning sociopath.” “I am a psychopath.”No! You are path-etic.
So why are we so obsessed with labels? Why has our vision become so myopic? It’s the comfort and assurance we get. Our weaknesses and insecurities have made us like that. We want to wrap ourselves up in this blanket of labels and feel cozy. The celebrity news and digital world bombs have made us feel inferior. We want to hide our insecurities and put on this plastic label to look grand. We want an excuse to our behaviour and traits. We want permission to be meek. We will always be inkers and we will always ink the environment around us.
I may label myself to be a good writer but I am a lousy singer like Justin Beiber!! Karan Vankani- Labelled! 😛
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