Time of fantasy.
“Hey P, turn around, jerk! You are messing up the
frame.” Cried my friend from behind .I turned around... “Smile!” the small
5megapixel phone camera clicked. “Done?” I asked irritably. Aashish ran to him
to see the picture he has just taken, I remained where I was and turned back
around. We were at the Jethi it was our refreshment day at school so we decided
to roam about a bit before we go home. I thought it was more to do there than
to just click pictures for face book. My eyes came back to the man sitting with
his legs folded at the furthest corner of the Jethi …his face was turned towards the Ganges so I couldn’t see it. With him was his young one too small to
sense his surrounding & understand the harshness of life. I came and stood
near them but didn’t talk much so that I might not disturb them…the parent was
describing the scenario that lay ahead. The child gave his reply in his own
childish language which explains his importance .His words gave a glimpse of
the unknown fantasies which a child imagines to venture, without knowing the
way but just the certainty that it have to be done anyhow…. This idea manifests
in his brain until he gets the idea that his dreams are too imaginative and are
not worthy of fulfilling and there are other things to do in life than to just
to turn faint imaginations into reality. These faint dreams become memories and
the wish of being a pirate and sail away gets lost. The child becomes older and
realizes that life is just a speeding ball and one have to hit it hard at the
right time, at the right speed to make a six! Or else you are out… the parent
who has heard the boy’s dreams remembers them but keeps quite as he thinks
remembering those memories will only divert his son form his aim. He finds out
that the only way to live life is to go with it…though it can break your hands
or legs. He realizes that there is no happiness, no grief, no pain only the
race and the will to win it and make it big in life. The library just turns into
place to get free reference books! Then if he hits the pole and life becomes
unbearable… and he finds a dead-end he switches off the fan…and ties the knot to his neck... and
unties the knots with life… “Who’s that!? “The friend asked,
“Nobody…” I answered with a smile on my face.
Blogger's note: The picture given(insert) is the real picture I took that day on the Jethi.
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