When writing for Trust...

Trust is the word which invariably rings our ear drums when the word relation comes. People proclaim trust to their life. They crumble to ashes when it’s fractured. Often the repercussions are deep and stigma leaves an indelible impression on heart and mind. Relations inadvertently start metamorphosing trust into other form of emotions: belief, care, love, affection, martyrdom.

I often wonder what makes people trust each other. For we all have certain degree of veil surrounding our realm which evades us from exposing certain quarter of our consciousness to others. Whether it’s impish or innocuously charming, certain thoughts simply stay deep rooted within ourselves Even at the moment of reckoning we fear it getting exposed to the next human entity. Still we claim to be trustworthy. I sense between emotions of two individuals there is a void or perhaps conglomeration of feelings which is beyond comprehension. The void arguably treads the way of Boyle’s theory or Archimedes principle. Greater the trust, lesser is the void. Still it exists.

We as a human being often seek trust as an excuse to end a relation and perhaps apprehension to kick start a new one. We fear that some one else too might tickle those deep rooted thoughts which causes uneasiness for few and emotionally volatile for many. Yet amidst those deep rooted mystique corners there is a wish that is lurking about someone coming and reduce the void ness .How often we fell in for a much stronger bond or relation after someone has let down our trust. Perhaps the eagerness to cut loose ones inner consciousness which might have inhibited the past relations enables us to cross the boundaries

There are times when I surprise myself on hearing from people’s admittance that they trust me. It levies as an Atlas across my broad sub-consciousness with a bold question brazenly displaying “What if?” I take the solace from the fact that even I do not live up to expectations of some one may be I can hope to try harder to erase the mistrust I Frankenstein-ed. Still the questionable mind of human being becomes doubly conscious before providing those small peek to their inner periphery of thoughts.

People often claim to be let down by one and vow never to get into relations with other. But I promise each one of us secretly wishes that some one trusts us and someone whom we can trust. May be we are not bold enough to admit this simple human want. I remember a heart rendering story about one of my close associate and friend. Invariably I narrate this one to people who believes their trust has been burst like a bubble.

This friend of mine was a typical middle class north Indian easy-go-lucky girl who never knew bounds of her creativity and romanticism. An affable company often attracts jealous glares and dodgy remarks. Yet whoever use to be in her company often left bewildered how easily she mingles with people and allow others to express their mind. During third year of her graduation, she came in touch with her intern lead, a handsome young man.
The mutual consensus and liking for each other developed into strong relation between the two. Within a year it became difficult for us to think one without the other. We often used to talk how the pair complies to an ideal couple with immense understanding. My friend skipped her academic minors to take care for her beloved when he was down with viral infections. We all had presumption that anything short of marriage between the two will be under achievement for this relation.

Three years down the line I met this friend of mine on my way to Kolkata. With an impish grin, I asked about the guy and their relations. Her terse word came as shock when she said ‘He is dead.’ Before I could recover she continued ‘He is dead not for this world but for me.’ In spite of serious mental restraint, I couldn’t help myself without asking the reason.

The girl got engaged with this guy on completion of her graduation and went home on vacation. For days there were no calls, no mails, and no communication from her betrothal. Sensing something inexplicable she kept trying to contact him through his friends, relatives but all in vain. Then one day she decided to visit the guy’s native to figure out what the problem actually was. When she entered the guy’s house a young married girl greeted her who was this person’s wife for last three years. Hell broke loose on my friend on unraveling the truth. She left the place without meeting the guy and till date she hasn’t seen him again.

I presume from a female perspective trust reaches beyond quantifiable limits the moment she allows the person to take charge of her physically and mentally. Seeing my friend’s mental state I couldn’t gauge whether she was angry, hurt or fuming with vengeance. I wasn’t sure whether she is going to ever enter into any other relationship. Recently I came to know she is married to a Tamil Brahmin hailing from Madurai and have a sweet little kid. Presumably it’s a love marriage and perhaps a better person is in her life to soothe her sufferings and create a new glimmer of faith and TRUST