Today, I settled in for a movie, something I hadn't done in a long time. But I couldn't finish it. Instead, I felt an overwhelming urge to write about it, and about so many other things in our society that we've come to accept as "normal."
The film told a familiar tale: a boy from a humble background falls in love with a girl from a wealthy family. It was the kind of love story that dominated the themes of movies during my school days. But this one had a brutal, realistic twist. The girl's affluent family, desperate to protect their social standing, fabricated charges against the young man, sending him to police custody. The final hearing is still pending. I couldn't bear to watch any further.
It's a chilling reminder of how the powerful often manipulate the system to preserve their reputation, no matter the cost to others. It might sound like an exaggeration, but this ruthless pursuit of status is a reality, even today.
Our society is deeply divided by wealth and political influence, divisions that seem to trump everything else. I was recently struck by this when a distant relative had a love marriage. My first thought was, "How did the family agree so easily?" Then I learned the girl came from a politically influential family in her area. That explained it. Despite their daughter being overweight—a fact I don't wish to judge, but one that certainly made me wonder how her parents were convinced—her influential background smoothed the path. The groom, on the other hand, is highly educated and holds a well-paying government position. It makes you wonder, doesn't it? Why is it so much easier for girls born into affluence and power to achieve their desires compared to those from less privileged families?
We have no say in where we are born. Yet, with our birth, we inherit more than just genetic predispositions; we inherit a fate, regardless of our inherent good qualities. I remember my parents telling me that in their time, girls without brothers were often overlooked as brides, as a brother was seen as a protector. Now, I see a drastic shift. Girls without brothers, especially only children, are often preferred. The reasons for this change, I believe, are painfully clear and require no further explanation.
What then, is truly good in this world? Perhaps nothing. It feels like mere survival, accepting whatever hand you're dealt, whether you like it or not. Can we blame anyone for this? Of course not. There's no point even dwelling on it. Time rushes on, and soon, our own stories will reach their end. I write this knowing that while you may ponder these words for a moment, they too, like so much else, will eventually fade from
memory.
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