They could be the muddy brown reminders of the splash of
rain water on your crisp white cotton shirt. They could be the sticky yellow
remnants of the last night’s supper of sizzling chana dal. They could be the
wet, greasy greens on the knees of your jeans, with a small sprinkling of the
grass from your neighbourhood lawns where you were playing. They could be the
creamy, sugary spots of icing from your birthday cake, a nasty spill of tomato
ketchup on your brand new kurti, a colourful evidence of a raucous food fight
with your buddies in the college canteen, or a glaring blue-black patch of ink on
your school uniform from a faulty, cheap pen. They could be a gateway to
memories.
Stains. No. I am not the only lunatic romanticizing the
disturbing spots of imperfection on your presentable, meticulously laundered clothes.
Surf Excel does that too. Remember the cheesy “Daag Acche Hain” campaign. None
of us can deny the simplicity of the smiles which appeared on our faces post
watching those ads.
That is what stains do. They interrupt. And in a life marked
by the constant pace of ‘progress’ and ‘advancement’, stains remind us that not
everything can be picture perfect. No matter how mechanized our lives become,
or how far we move towards attaining invincibility in all spheres, a humble
stain shows us our true place, our inherent nature to err, to make mistakes; it
thrusts in our face, our very own imperfect human-ness.
It is an excellent metaphor that depicts that not everything
is in our hands. And that it is okay to make mistakes, as long as we learn from
them. If we leave a stain unattended for too long, it seeps inside the skin of
the fabric and refuses to leave. Similarly, if we refuse to acknowledge our
mistakes and assume responsibility for our actions, this negative trait encroaches
upon a space in our being, corrupting us, making us arrogant and vain.
Stains serve to portray that life is not good at all times
and the road to success is dotted with speed breakers and potholes and puddles
of rotten luck. They teach us that if we navigate through these storms without
losing our patience and perseverance, then life will reward us with cherished
prizes and memorable experiences.
Stains can be removed, as non-stop TV commercials for
miraculous detergents will never let you forget!
Next time you stain your clothes, watch your reaction.
Observe quietly how your forehead furrows with lines of worry, how your lips
mould themselves in an expression of disgust, how your eyes narrow down and how
you frown, complaining that life is unfair and what a klutz you are or somebody
else (who inflicted the devious stain on your precious attire) is!
Then, remember that stains can be washed. Recall that stains
are good. Recall that mistakes can be corrected. Recall that forgiveness can be
sought. Recall that you are nowhere near perfect. Recall that you are human. Recall
and smile.