Want To Be Geet? Not Really.

Hello readers. I wish you all are great. I have a question for you this time.

Everyone wants to be Geet from Jab We Met, right? The fun one, the chaotic one, the ‘I live my life on my own damn terms’ type. You watch the movie in a crowded room and you hear voices in the middle of the movie with people saying, “Ugh I wish I was her.” or “I totally AM Geet, yaar.”

But today I watched that movie again, alone, lights off, room dark and I didn’t see the same girl everyone else usually does. I didn’t see just the chaos or fun in her but the cost it brought. I didn’t see just the easy going girl but a lady whose inner child refused to die even though the outside world got cruel. I saw someone who chose to be everyone’s storm, everyone’s smile, everyone’s shelter while quietly sinking when no one was around.

That’s the real Geet archetype which no one talks about. Geet is all about making others around her happy and searching her own happiness through other’s smile without being dependent on them for your own happiness. She’ll come like a storm, make your world better but never ask you to make hers. It’s about being someone’s light in darkness without asking others to hold your torch in return. And no matter how much you try, most of the people would never bother to even extend an hand out for you in return. And you… you would never even be able to hate them for it. Wait… that sounds familiar. Doesn’t that sound like you? Whenever you tried to be someone’s shelter, someone’s safe place, they kept you near, they kept you close. But as soon as they were done, they ran away faster than they came, right? You show them a little care, a little love, a little playfulness and they will start taking you for granted and you would just stand there as if nothing happened on the surface slowly breaking and shattering like glass from inside. I understand how badly it hurts when you gave your everything to choose them hoping just to make them feel better without asking for anything in return. But when the time comes and you need it, when you really need it and look back, you find yourself left alone. And when that realisation… no let me rephrase that, when that stinging realisation hits that you are left all alone, it hurts really bad. And when that hurt calcifies into silence, you start building walls. You start dressing care as sarcasm, love as wit. You become… Harvey Specter. Calm, sarcastic, invincible to the world. Or worse, you become Dr. House, brilliant but bitter, numbing yourself not with silence but with pills, pain, and perfectly timed insults.

But what no one tells you is what happens in the silence that follows. Not the dramatic, cinematic silence, but the slow, creeping kind. The kind that seeps into your evenings when you don’t even realise you’re waiting for a message that won’t come. The kind where your phone lights up and your heart jumps, only to realise it’s just a spam notification. You stop sending memes because they won’t laugh like before. Your playlist begins to rot songs that once meant the world now sting like salt on wounds. The jokes you used to crack with ease now sit heavy on your tongue because there’s no one on the other end to catch them. You start to ration your emotions. You laugh, but it’s quieter now. You care, but with the brakes on. You become selective, not because you’ve grown bitter, but because you’ve learned that love, for some, is a one-way street. And still, despite everything, you’d do it again. You’d still be the Geet, the Harvey, the House because that’s just who you are. But deep down, you begin to understand what it really means to burn quietly while keeping others warm.

So if you’ve ever felt like a fool for caring too much, for being there unconditionally, for giving without asking, just listen to me once. You know it has always been like this. You know that you have been left alone in cold, you know people are messy, you know that love is messy. But still, try and look at yourself in the mirror once and I don’t know what you would see, but let me tell what I can see. I see a one in a thousand kind of soul who makes people feel seen, feel heard, feel understood without having any expectations from them. I know you by this point must be thinking, “Kya emotional fool hai ye. Kaisi baatein kar raha hai” and frankly speaking, I won’t even deny it. But I would still say keep being the ‘emotional fool’ you have always been labelled as. Because you aren’t an emotional fool, you’re the kind what this world needs more of. And finally, my own belief, “Sab log, including myself, chutiye hi hain. But maybe, that’s exactly why give everyone a bit of slack because they are idiots.”