Material relationship with the non-living.


What’s the first visual that comes to your mind when you hear this word?
A young couple?
Maybe a married couple with 2 kids?
Two best friends, maybe?


Why do ‘relationships’ have to be limited to members of the same species? Why can’t it be broader?
Okay. Now you’re thinking about man and his pets.
Cute and innocent as that relationship may be, I ask you to broaden your minds and think wider.
Why do we limit ourselves to the same species or closely related species?
Why does it even have to be limited to the living?
Okay. Before you think I’m talking about necrophilia or some other variant of paraphilia I’ll tell you what I’m talking about.

Who remains with us through our highest highs and our lowest lows?
Who contributes to every success we’ve ever had?
Who silently listens to everything we ever say and unfailingly obeys every command we ever utter.
I’m talking about the innumerable nonliving objects, the material possessions that we’ve taken for granted without which we would be completely in the dark.


Don’t we share a unique relationship with each and every material possession of ours?
What if they could actually feel? What if they could think? What if “Toy Story” were a much more accurate depiction of reality than we give it credit for?
What would your favourite pen feel everytime your hand rummaged your pocket for it during an important occasion?
What would your other less favourite stationary items feel, seeing your partiality towards that one pen?
Wouldn’t it be similar to your school days when the teacher didn’t spare an opportunity to glorify his favourite student in the classroom while the rest silently watched on, silently rebuking every syllable?


How would you feel if your favourite pen, or favourite possession for that matter, suddenly disappeared one fine morning?
Admit it or not we humans are more emotionally dependant on our material possessions than we’d care to admit.
Why do we all take a minute to reflect on our time together before selling our house?
Why do we suddenly experience a jolt of joy admixed with old memories when we find our old clothes in the remote regions of our cupboard?
Why is shopping an instant mood booster for some?
It’s because of our relationship with inanimate objects, both new & old.

We look at ourselves in the mirror every day.
If there’s truly anyone who’s seen both the ugliest and prettiest you, it’s your mirror. It sits silently waiting for you day after day, month after month waiting to catch just a glimpse of your face.
What about the towel you used or the toothbrush you used to use?
Don’t they feel betrayed and heartbroken?
They silently cleaned every dirty curve, every grimy crevice and every remote spot of dirt only to be disposed of after a certain period of time?
Our relationships with some inanimate objects seem to reach a degree of intimacy very few human relationships reach.
Ever thought about how the last bar of soap dissolved itself droplet by droplet to disappear into the infinite chasm of nothingness just to keep you clean and hygienic? In the end, aren’t all hygiene products martyrs in the war against dirt and disease?


Your favourite book, lying on the table observes you.
It’s been years since it revealed all its deepest darkest secrets to you and bared itself inside out, to you.
Yet you still come back for more.
The woman’s heart hidden among the pages would beat beats of womanly compassion and contentment every time you enter the room.
Your car, your royal steed, obediently and tirelessly galloping on the asphalt just to make sure you reach your destination in time. It stands quietly in the freezing snow, scorching sun or drenching rain waiting for you.
How would you feel if you failed to see your car one day, in the garage?
Didn’t your old car shed but one tear of sorrow when you turned your back as it was being slowly raped and dismantled at the used cars dealership?


Our computers. Our Smartphones.
They are an extension of our brains. They know every dirty secret we have. They know every dark story we hide from our friends. They know every dark, perverted fetish we hide from society. Yet they stay silent like the most honourable of militants.
Don’t smartphones and tablets feel ticklish as we rub our hands all over their body?
We often forget about the significance these inanimate objects have in our lives.
Could we even survive the week without our loyal gadgets? Most wouldn’t last even a day. Yet some of us throw our phones in rage during the particularly enraged conversation with our new boyfriend or girlfriend.
Don’t our old gadgets feel betrayed much like some unfortunate old parents do when their son throws them out of their house stating their senility to be a cause of their ‘inconvenience’?


Our clothes elevate our confidence, amplify our positive traits and even create the pivotal first impressions in the workplace.
We unknowingly form an unknown bond with our clothes. That favourite shirt, that lucky tie, that “made exquisitely for me’ top, all seem to constitute an extended family.
Doesn’t your blood boil to see someone wearing your favourite shirt or sporting that one top which you swore you’d take to the coffin with you?
Time progresses.
The clothes which made us look and feel good soon start showing the first signs of wear and tear. Ultimately they are replaced.
Didn’t the big multinational organizations do the same thing to some of their employees during the economic meltdowns in the past? Many of these employees went into depression and attempted suicide.
If our nonliving possessions were living we’d all have so much blood on our hands, wouldn’t we?


It’s often the smaller things of life that are the most profound and our relationship with all the inanimate objects which surround us definitely attest to the above assertion.
I’ll conclude here. My keyboard deserves some respite from all the hammering it’s been subjected to for the past 2 hours.

Post Author: Dr Dee

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