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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                                                                                                                                    P.p~