What Goes Around, Comes Around


When I was a little child and would come home crying from the playground; complaining that I had been bullied and robbed of my fair chances at play, my mother would often say, “Happens, son. One day, things will come around.”

Mankind in general has been obsessed with questions many species probably never even considered. Not satisfied with the recent past, civilizations and societies have focused and devised theories concerning and trying to put together the melange of ancient justice, historical learnings and a tool for futuristic hope – often named ‘Karma‘. The idea of everyone being accountable for their deeds or the notion that a hypothetical account of one’s  actions – both positive and negative – exists and reward and/or justice will be served has seen people endure, tolerate and last in times of adversity. Millions throughout history have set examples of fortitude resting on the hope of eventual avenging. However, no one really has an idea as to how and when the sceptre of Karma shall wield.. just that it will. Things will come around.

I never really understood the concept of sitting down and letting things fall into place. A crude observation of my surroundings led me to the quick realisation that no magic hand will drive my work towards completion and no imagined audience will applaud me for a job I have never done. Then why was I taught to let go of things that inconvenienced me gravely; told to forget the deeds that wounded me and erase the words that hurt me? If I had to strive for my happiness, why not do that with setting things right and burying the bones of vicious memories? Why must Karma be the hero to bring me my justice? How does Karma even work? If we accept anything we encounter, hear or suffer as a consequence of Karma, does that mean I can go about being impertinent and shallow and defend myself saying, “I’m just laying out your Karma for you?” Why must I wait for someone, somewhere to fight my battles and give me my redemption? Why must I sit doing nothing and wait for things to come around?

Funny thing is, no one has a definite answer as to within what time period things will come around. The sceptre of Karma may brandish it’s judgement immediately, posthumously, or never at all! But one thing is for sure, they tell me. Things will come around, either directly or boomeranging back. You just have to wait and.. wait? The logistics are pretty bad.. wouldn’t it be great if there were instant reactions? If only Isaac Newton’s third law could have been more time specific. How many times have I wanted things to come around quickly, and I am still waiting..

I wanted the sceptre of Karma wield when my efforts were not rewarded, when the deserving winner lost out to the opportunistic participant. I wanted it to wield when I wanted my worth, but never received any. Karma must have been busy, or my worth was not as I expected it to be.. but then, who decided the credentials and rewards? Who seeped in a strand of hope – hope of a fair judgement –  into a system full of injustice? Why is it entirely plausible for someone to buy the rewards without hard work and people just accept it as another crack in this fragile world we live in? But I let it go, this shall pass. One day, I’ll get my reward. Things will come around.

I wanted it to wield when I was left bereft of the friendly hands on my shoulders, when people close to me were ‘stolen’. Whisperers exist in the shadows to lay their eggs in the nests of foreign minds, and they sit on it until the time is ripe for them to hatch and ruin what was once a thriving relationship. Where was Karma when I forgave tens of mistakes but wasn’t forgiven for one? Where was Karma when truth found impregnable barriers of lies?  Where was Karma when I saw pictures with my ‘friends’ being merry without me and felt pangs and pangs of shock? But I moved on. Someday, someone will stay. Things will come around.

I wanted it to wield when the moment I dared to dream, some cynic would uproot my hope. When my ambitions were ‘preposterous’ and others were bred upon. When I never got the opportunity to spread my wings as they were trimmed before I could realise they were built for a long flight, was Karma busy sipping coffee and chuckling? What about the dreams of hundreds crushed by thousands of cruel, narrow and bigoted minds? Or the aspirations of some which are uprooted by the shovels of jealousy and envy? Karma sure does love coffee. But I kept on striving. Things will come around.

I wanted it to wield when I wanted empathy, but got only sympathy. When I got futile tips and hollow assurances about the future, stating, “You will be fine,” when I needed just a silent shoulder to settle on? Answer me, Karma, why does no one seem to truly register or think about what is going on in a person’s head/life in the present but always is keen on their past and their future? Why does everybody consider their present as prime and others’ as unnecessary? But I detached myself from the dependency of others’ opinions. Someday, I will show them how it’s done. Only the grieved can understand the grieving. Things will surely come around.

I wanted it to wield when the love I gave never returned. Where was Karma when my care and feelings were crushed like a useless styrofoam cup, crumpled like an old newspaper and trashed into a bin? Where was Karma when I had no one to listen to me? When life itself had decided to shun me and the world was a dark, dark place? But I kept on rebuilding myself. Things will come around.

Oh Karma, where art thou? When will things come around for me?

But wait!

What if ALL MY EXPERIENCES were actually things coming around?


  1. Simply Wow! It’s hard to believe such maturity of thoughts and writing in someone so young. Your last line takes the cake! Sure, what if all that happened to us was something that came around. My mom also always taught me not to fight (esp patriarchy) and just let things go because someone is elder/better to/than you. And I did just that for a long time in my life when I realised on my own that Karma is a bitch and I can’t wait endlessly for it to boomerang. So the shit about let me do good and it’ll come around was just nonsense! This is one my favourite posts on your blog. Keep up the good work!

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