If you live in Bangalore, in this century you’ve probably heard many people talk about how busy they are. It is quite obvious that way the word ‘busy’ is used is more like a complaint and the spontaneous response being congratulation, “that’s a situation to be concerned about”. It’s not like any of us want to live like this; it’s something we collectively force one another to do.
Look ‘busy’ is not people pulling back to back shifts as security guards or call centre employees, travelling by bus from one end of the city to the other, after college to basic wage jobs. You know how busy they actually are. So what they actually experience is ‘tired’. People who lamented busyness have usually brought it on themselves. Work and obligations, people usually just bite more than they can chew; they take on themselves more than they can handle. They feel guilty when they’re not working to add to their accolades, in doing so their relationships are synthetic and this trend is infecting the younger generations in urban areas. This is what claims to be ‘Busy’, Of course! They are addicted to being busy. In fear of what they might have to face in its absence.
The present hysteria is an inevitable condition of life; it is something we’ve chosen. Not long ago I spoke to a friend who was driven out of the city due to high rent and now she has moved to a residence in a small town about 200 km from Bangalore called Tiruvannamalai. She described herself as happy and relaxed for the first time in years. She still gets her work done and it doesn’t take up her entire day. She says it feels like being a child again and her perception of herself has changed entirely. It’s not like we want to live this way, but we actually encourage each other to do so.