I like to play the blame game, do you?

I like to play the blame game, so should you. It’s funny and exhilarating, pinning your failures onto others. Sometimes, it’s out of sheer disdain for those around ,that you try to pin your failures and acts of indiscretion onto others. It’s even ridiculous, because we are the ones who loose out, yet the sadistic pleasure of someone suffering for your misdoings is a thing that we like.

It starts with a seed in the mind, perpetuated by our unwillingness to take control of things in our lives. Such dire situations, which require our utmost commitments make us ponder, our we up for the game with life, our should we take the easy way out and play the blame game. We choose the latter.

It starts small, small like the days at school, when an hour of outing with your parents became the major distraction of the weekend, so as to make it difficult for you to write that one page of the assignment due for a monday. At school, with the teacher’s cane up front, parents became the culprit and victim of your wrath for irresponsible parenting as you burst out on them, passing on the blame. As you grew up and faltered to stand up to the occasion and make it to the ivy leagues, you brushed aside those shoulders which came towards you to console you, disregarding the fact that in your defeat was their sorrow too. But then, your passion for blame games let you into the abyss of constant complaining and crying, where every opportunity was another call for undue hassle and effort. As you graduated to another level, and chose a companion in life, the foreplay of profession took the toll of your personal affairs. You didn’t contemplate what was wrong with the situation, for you knew, the wrong was in the person…and yet again that person wasn’t you, it was the Her.  You strengthened your philosophy of letting go of what lets you down, and moved on. In the brisk environment of  constant pressure and pain, you were an infallible creature of utmost dignity and humility which no one saw, and with that thought you marched on. As you tried to climb that ladder of success, you just looked up and thought that once you reach there, standing at that pedestal of true success, you would finally accomplish what has bereaved you for so long. And yet, as you reached, that feeling didn’t last. You asked yourself now and again, a little agitated and huffed out in agony, what was wrong. You felt vulnerable, as you realized those around were all gone. Now you couldn’t either blame anyone, nor could you embrace anyone. Your game was now over, and life had reached that constant, from where there was no marching on.