Mayoos Zindagi

I went to a movie yesterday and was really moved by one of the dialogues therein;it said, Jab zindagi mayoos hoti hai tabhi mehsoos hoti hai .(When the life is sad, then only you get to feel it truly). Very logical indeed. Perhaps this above line forms one of the reasons why I sit alone in the front of my laptop and type yet another piece of nonsense material. Nonsense, which could not have perhaps been felt well enough to write a blog upon, without this lonesome environment after the hectic semester we all went through. No, it's not that we were involved in too much of academic stuff this semester; we just have the habit of glossing like this at the end of every semester :))- like, - "Oh dude! shit man, they ate all of us up!" :P
So, rolling back to the theme initially raised here; what was that thing, that potentially made me go in a state of resignation in the last few months? I would quote one of those instances over here. It was around Diwali, that I lain freely at my home, being as idle as a painting on the wall, and I thought to check my IQ score.
It had been years since someone had praised my thinkability, and although I had managed to persuade my own self about my capabilities, the need for this 3-digit numerical evaluation metric struck me. :-/
143! I read the score triumphantly on the screen and passed the link of the test to two of my friends. On hearing my score, one guy said, "143? You? No. Tera nahi ho sakta itna yaar.143 matlab samajh raha hai..Top 0.5% me aa jayega"...There are generally two senses in which this sentence could mean. First- feeling surprised and delighted at the same time for the other person and admiring him how he had done far better than expected. Or, the second- He was speaking more to himself than to me, revealing himself of this unexpected incident with apprehension and disappointment.

However, it turned out, he meant neither. :-/  He actually literally meant what he said. He was so very convinced of me not having even a remote possibility of getting that score. But why, I thought.
 Yes! I could not have got such a score according to him, for that would mean a person who messed up at college grades getting this real high score. Thoughts started spinning in my head, "Was it too stiff a score for me? Or was the guy way too prejudiced and preconceived - about me or even about everything he looked at? What parameters did he use to prejudge me?  Are the college grades essentially some compulsory criteria to judge a person's credibility? Or did that guy need to re-define his thinking mechanism?  ". I would be getting way too ahead of myself if I start discussing that guy's psychology here.
Whether or not college grades are appropriate to deduce about someone's potential, is already too vast( and quite hyped) an issue, and that's not what I intend to discuss here. :)
One rule of life I was reminded of by that incident is that although we know that there is apparently nobody who understands us better than ourselves, still we crave for others' opinions in our life and are largely affected by them.
We are susceptible to all kinds of opinions, being equally vulnerable to the innumerous people around us.
It is so unfeasible to please,or get pleased by, all those souls.
Even so, our inner self carries an unquenchable thirst of commendations from everyone for our behaviour and values. :)
/bye