The popular Netflix show #13ReasonsWhy has its share of flaws and has received some well-reasoned and some not-so-well-reasoned backlash amid controversy over the show’s depiction of teenage rape and suicide; but like executive producer Selena Gomez said, “It’s not an easy subject to talk about.” And though the TV series is far from perfect, it is an honest attempt in that direction. For what it’s worth, the whole controversy will atleast start some conversations about bullying, depression, and suicide. If you haven’t watched this devastatingly-sad-but-powerful TV series from Netflix yet, I would recommend you to. It is heartbreaking, complicated, nakedly authentic and needs to be watched; it is a very well-executed book adaptation. There are several hard-hitting quotes in the series, but I can’t over this particularly haunting quote from the final episode. Clay, the main character of the series, says, “It has to get better. The way we treat each other, and look out for each other. It has to get better somehow.” And I so agree… It has to. Here are a few more to mull over.
1) On social media overdose/stalking:
“We’re always watching someone. Following someone. And being followed. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram they’ve made us a society of stalkers. And we love it.”
2) On education system:
“Dream big they say. Shoot for the stars. Then they lock us away for 12 years and tell us where to sit, when to pee, and what to think. Then we turn 18, and even though we’ve never had an original thought, we have to make the most important decision of our lives. And if you don’t have the money and don’t really have the grades, a lot of the decision gets made for you.”
3) On creative expression:
“The whole point of creative expression is to hold up a mirror to the world so hopefully these god-awful people can start to see themselves and make connections to help them get through their dreary-ass lives.”
4) On judging people:
“I think sometimes you judge people. We all do but I think sometimes you live to regret it.”
5) On being in control:
“Life is unpredictable and control is just an illusion. And it makes us feel small and powerless.”
6) On how we treat others:
“It’s important to be aware of how we treat others. Even though someone appears to shrug off a sideways comment or to not be affected by a rumor, it’s impossible to know everything else going on in that person’s life, how we might be adding to his/her pain. People do have an impact on the lives of others; that’s undeniable.”
7) Every little thing adds up to an experience that can wreak havoc in someone’s life:
“You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything affects everything.”
8) On growing apart in a relationship:
“People grow apart, and sometimes, there’s nothing anyone can do about it.”
9) On consent:
“Here’s a tip. If you touch a girl, even as a joke, and she pushes you off, leave…her…alone. Don’t touch her. Anywhere! Just stop.”
10) On torment of thoughts:
“If you hear a song that makes you cry and you don’t want to cry anymore, you don’t listen to that song anymore. But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.”
11) On rumors:
“You can hear rumors. But you can’t know them.”
12) On bullying:
“When you hold people up for ridicule, you have to take responsibility when other people act on it.”
13) In the end:
“I think I’ve made myself very clear. No one’s coming forward to stop me. Some of you cared. None of you cared enough. And neither did I. And I’m sorry. So, it’s the end of Tape 13. There’s nothing more to say.”
Amongst a host of things that leave me baffled about relationships is the bitter urge to destroy an ex-lover; that is one emotion I will never understand. You have known each other in the most uncompromised way… You have shared with each other the most intimate of feelings… How can all that be forgotten in a flash? I understand the emotions of grief, disappointment, anxiety and pain; but the emotion of hatred… I will never understand. Why can’t you be happy that you were fortunate enough to experience something so ethereal? Why can’t it be left behind as a beautiful chapter in the book of your life? Why would you ever want to ruin something you loved so dearly? Why?
There is a mad intensity in the way I am reading these days. I always was a reader, but I have now become a manic reader. I want to know all about the authors, what they were going through when they wrote a particular book (particularly the ones that had unapologetically non-conforming protagonists) and more. From Rumi to Dostoyevsky, Proust to Kafka, Nietzsche to Haruki Murakami… I am going insane. There is so much to read (and so little time)! Words have become my fuel and I can’t survive without them. Amid all this, I bumped into this beautiful piece (a fusion of humour and truth) from the man I have loved since I heard him sing Husna on Coke Studio – ?#?PiyushMishra?, the born rebel. Watch it for yourself.
“Woh kaam bhala kya kaam hua jo maza nahi de whisky ka, wo ishq bhala kya ishq hua jisme na mauka siski ka.” ;)
“I have never seen you “happy drunk”. Why do you drink?” her friend questioned. She pondered over the question and responded with a teary-eyed smile. No words. If only it was that simple to quiet the stubborn tormenting voice in her head asking her the same question over and over again, she thought… Then she thought some more and tried to come up with an answer. Yes, she liked being liquored up every once in a while… maybe because it guaranteed bringing to the fore all the pain she managed to bottle up in her sober state… maybe because she enjoyed not being in control every once in while… maybe because she relished the pain that missing him brought her every once in while… maybe because her drunk self reveled in the knowledge that she still was madly in love with him despite the constant denial by her sane self… “Aah, too many maybes to deal with,” she told herself and blasted music to stop this chatter in her head. Indeed, there were too many maybes.
It scared her that insanity may go out of fashion one day. She was surrounded by mundane. Mundane made her cringe. It scared her, made her anxious. She craved madness. But honestly, I don’t think the world had what it took to embrace that kind insanity.
Despite everything, some things hadn’t changed; like the way he could still make her laugh on her worst days.
There was a slight difference in the way he handled queries about their relationship compared to how she did it. Slight difference, mind you.
Her: I love him. He loves me. Period.
Him: We are “good friends”. Period.
She wasn’t a slave to the world’s perception about them; she made herself vulnerable and wasn’t ashamed of what they had. It is, indeed, a pity that he would never experience that kind of madness.
Sadly, in the end, the fake worldly honor mattered much more.