One of the most eagerly awaited
movies last year was the Julia Robert’s starrer Eat.Pray.Love. I had heard a
lot about the book and I wanted to see the movie first hand. The two hours of
soul searching didn’t exactly leave me feeling content. Few days back I managed
to grab a copy of the book from a friend. Once I started reading it I
immediately realized my mistake. Movie adaptations of a book are always a
disappointment so maybe I shouldn’t have seen it before reading the novel. I find a string of similarities
between Gilbert and my writings. There is this one paragraph in the first part
of the book about loneliness and depression giving her unwanted company which
is something I wrote about in a post some months ago. The only difference was
that I spoke of hope, faith and luck playing games with me. Written below is an
excerpt from her novel,
“I have boundary issues with men. Or maybe that’s not fair to say. To have
issues with boundaries, one must have boundaries in the first place, right? But
I disappear into the person I love. I am the permeable membrane. If I love you,
you can have everything. You can have my time, my devotion, my ass, my money,
my family, my dog, my dog’s money, my dog’s time – everything. If I love you, I
will carry for you all your pain, I will assume for you all your debts… I will
give you the sun and the rain and if they are not available, I will give you a
sun check and a rain check. I will give you all this and more, until I get so
exhausted and so depleted that the only way I can recover my energy is by
becoming infatuated with someone else”.
I realize I am another permeable membrane in the offering. The other day my friend asked me if I was in love? She said she was unsure about where her relation was headed. This after committing to her boyfriend and embarking on a virgin trip together to a metro. I am the opposite. I wouldn’t have entered a relationship if I wasn’t sure of my feelings. I am the Sikkimese Elizabeth Gilbert. When things bother I simply put them away, consoling myself each time that it wasn’t intentional. Thus, my normal functioning trangresses from a stage one where I keep shelving it all in the back room to a stage two where I just snap. Forgetting doesn't come easy but it arrives sooner or later. We women tend to magnify problems and think much more than the opposite sex. Each one of us has a way of dealing with personal issues. Maybe the fog of uncertainty which is looming over my friend’s head will clear soon enough. As for me, I am pretty sorted for now.
I realize I am another permeable membrane in the offering. The other day my friend asked me if I was in love? She said she was unsure about where her relation was headed. This after committing to her boyfriend and embarking on a virgin trip together to a metro. I am the opposite. I wouldn’t have entered a relationship if I wasn’t sure of my feelings. I am the Sikkimese Elizabeth Gilbert. When things bother I simply put them away, consoling myself each time that it wasn’t intentional. Thus, my normal functioning trangresses from a stage one where I keep shelving it all in the back room to a stage two where I just snap. Forgetting doesn't come easy but it arrives sooner or later. We women tend to magnify problems and think much more than the opposite sex. Each one of us has a way of dealing with personal issues. Maybe the fog of uncertainty which is looming over my friend’s head will clear soon enough. As for me, I am pretty sorted for now.
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