HATE LEGACY

WHEN we say we hate rainy days, shades of red or chocolate, what we really mean is that rainy days are uncomfortable, reds overwhelm us and we don’t like the taste of chocolate. And when people say they hate Harry Potter, we tend to assume that they don’t like the genre or something like that.

Once I had to visit a certain OFICE WHERE I Found Harry Potter references painted on their walls. Obviously I jumped with joy and got myself photographed against each of those backgrounds. I then shared he pictures with my friends.

All my friends said that the pictures were beautiful and that my joy made them happy. All except one.

A couple of days later when I met her I asked if she had seen the pictures. She said she had received them but didn’t want to see them. “Why?”

“Because I hate Harry Potter.” “But those are pictures of me, a very happy me! Don’t you want to see that?”

“All I see there is something I hate. Anything else in those pictures is of no prominence.”

“Not even your friend’s happiness?” “No.”

End of conversation. Because I was dumbstruck. Her no was not just a simple negation. It was sharp and cruel. And over something as trivial as a bunch of photographs.

This ‘hate’ shook me, I encountered mistrust For THE irst time. I HAD Always thought hate was racism and wars and political animosity. I didn’t realise till then how much resentment went on in the world on a micro level.

Whatever be the intensity of hate, it is destructive. If on the macro level it creates hostility among communities, on the micro level it destroys families AND FRIENDSHIPS AND Eventually lips over and destroys you. Choose love instead. Love doesn’t destroy.