The crayolish rays
were fully visible on the curtains of oceanic sky, turning it into a beautiful
girl wearing a blue saree. The birds on the way, to their roost after a long
and hectic day, must have been thinking to go and touch the face of the girl, but
they were unable to do so, due to their tiredness and onus towards their
family. Still, they were adding beauty to the dress as they seemed glyphs on
the border of that saree, seemed embroidered by a reputed weaver. The wind was
blowing mildly and with it, was blowing the branches of the nearby tree turning
them into the hairs of that beautiful girl.. The clusters of clouds were enough
to shape the perfect curves..
On the ground, there were some children playing.. Innocent faces, without a single crease of worry.. Among them, was a boy brownish in context, with an un-explainable peace on his face, who looked familiar. Don't know how, don’t know Why... The boy had a reel (charkhi) in his hands, and was flying a kite.. The way he was swaying his arms and handling the reel, the way he was keeping himself differentiated from the rest of the boys, just to fly his kite, the way he seemed obsessed with his kite, seemed it was his most beloved thing, closest to his heart.. It seemed that his kite was helping him, to measure the drapes of the saree, to measure the sky, with its thread..
On the ground, there were some children playing.. Innocent faces, without a single crease of worry.. Among them, was a boy brownish in context, with an un-explainable peace on his face, who looked familiar. Don't know how, don’t know Why... The boy had a reel (charkhi) in his hands, and was flying a kite.. The way he was swaying his arms and handling the reel, the way he was keeping himself differentiated from the rest of the boys, just to fly his kite, the way he seemed obsessed with his kite, seemed it was his most beloved thing, closest to his heart.. It seemed that his kite was helping him, to measure the drapes of the saree, to measure the sky, with its thread..
"Doesn't the same happen with us? The one whom we
love the most or the one who loves us the most helps us in achieving the
highest feats, supports us in adverse situations and makes us believe in
ourselves, makes us recognize our own capabilities.."
Seemed, the boy too was trying to touch the beauty of the girl with the help of his kite.. In the process, his kite was making a shape of bindi for the girl.. He continued to fly his kite, unworried.. He tried to touch that girl many times, tried to feel his beauty many times, but failed, due to the distance.. As everything has its own limits, so had the thread.. Though he failed everytime, yet he kept trying.
"Isn't it
the nature of the heart to try, to try without thinking of the consequences. It
doesn't bother about the outcome and the time it will consume.. Though all it
wants is success, practically or philosophically, philosophical success is
preferred more as it is a way to find the inner meaning, of which practicals
are not capable .."
Those who prefer practicals over theories are the same who want to top in exams without having a proper knowledge of it!! Practicals are conducted by the 'external us' which can be seen and touched, but to feel, we've to be philosophical.. Some people may support my opinion but a lot will differentiate them from it because they think that everyone can't be philosophical.. But they should know that 'Philosophy is nothing but, one's point of view, one's perception, one's attitude, one's method of handling situations.. Philosophy resides in every one of us.. From the morning wake to Night's sleep, everything includes some part of philosophy... Well! Let's not go for the definitions..
Time passed and the crayolish rays first turned appricottish and then they turned more dim, with it, the glowing face of the girl also turned dim.. The blue sky was also turning into black, the blue saree turned into a black one, where some glittering sparkles and squinches could be spotted.. The wind became more mild and the birds had probably reached their nests and were preparing to dine.. Though so much changed, still it looked beautiful.. But it was only the external and artificial beauty.. Seemed she has concealed her face behind her hairs..
On the ground, the boy started to wrap things up, was bringing down the kite rapidly and in that hurry he entangled his kite in the nearby tree. It stuck in the branches.. Seemed the girl herself wasn't willing to leave her..
The boy tried to get it back, he thrusted all his effort, only to fail.. From the ground he was unable to get it back.. So he decided to climb up the tree.. He tried to climb but couldn't as he was not capable of doing it!! Yet he tried..
Those who prefer practicals over theories are the same who want to top in exams without having a proper knowledge of it!! Practicals are conducted by the 'external us' which can be seen and touched, but to feel, we've to be philosophical.. Some people may support my opinion but a lot will differentiate them from it because they think that everyone can't be philosophical.. But they should know that 'Philosophy is nothing but, one's point of view, one's perception, one's attitude, one's method of handling situations.. Philosophy resides in every one of us.. From the morning wake to Night's sleep, everything includes some part of philosophy... Well! Let's not go for the definitions..
Time passed and the crayolish rays first turned appricottish and then they turned more dim, with it, the glowing face of the girl also turned dim.. The blue sky was also turning into black, the blue saree turned into a black one, where some glittering sparkles and squinches could be spotted.. The wind became more mild and the birds had probably reached their nests and were preparing to dine.. Though so much changed, still it looked beautiful.. But it was only the external and artificial beauty.. Seemed she has concealed her face behind her hairs..
On the ground, the boy started to wrap things up, was bringing down the kite rapidly and in that hurry he entangled his kite in the nearby tree. It stuck in the branches.. Seemed the girl herself wasn't willing to leave her..
The boy tried to get it back, he thrusted all his effort, only to fail.. From the ground he was unable to get it back.. So he decided to climb up the tree.. He tried to climb but couldn't as he was not capable of doing it!! Yet he tried..
Climbed a little but to fell.. Climbed a little more but
again to fail.. The more he was failing to get near the kite, the more
desperate he was becoming.. More he climbed, the more he fell.. The More he
fell, the More he progressed.. Everytime he failed, he progressed.. Ultimately,
he got his reward, he got upon the tree.. He was on the tree, was clinging
towards his goal. He went on the edge of the branch to get the kite.. Alas! As
soon as he had the kite in his hand, a sound of crack happened and with it the
branch broke.. And the boy fell down with the kite in his arms.. As, the boy
was falling down, there was a smile and an expression of satisfaction on his
face, instead of tears and fright.. The next moment he was on the ground to not
to smile again, to not to measure the sky again, to not to get up again, but
with the kite in his arms.. The boy was dead..
Instantly my eyes opened and widened.. Nothing in the sight, the sky, the rays, the birds, the trees, the children, the kite, the boy, everything disappeared.. Only thing present, was darkness, a dark darkness, a dark pitched darkness and a few drops of sweats on the forehead.. A river of tears emanated from the eyes. Was that a dream? Or a nightmare? Probably a dream, because it ended on a happy note.. Happy note? The boy died and death can't be reason for happiness unless it's of a devil.. True.. Death can't be a reason for happiness ever.. But we need to observe the other aspect also.. What about the satisfaction on the boy's face? His beloved in his arms? Oh yes! "Isn't it what we all want? Die smiling, satisfaction in our heart projected through our face and the most beloved one in our arms.?"
Glanced on the clock : 4.04 am.. Dawn it was. After relaxing a bit, thought about the dream, thought about the boy.. Oh boy! Now, i got why his face looked so familiar? It was no one else but me.. I saw myself.. It was me who tried, tried, tried and failed, yet succeeded..
Is it appropriate to connect ourselves with the dreams? Don't know.. It Is said that morning dreams come true.. Yes, I want them to be true..
Instantly my eyes opened and widened.. Nothing in the sight, the sky, the rays, the birds, the trees, the children, the kite, the boy, everything disappeared.. Only thing present, was darkness, a dark darkness, a dark pitched darkness and a few drops of sweats on the forehead.. A river of tears emanated from the eyes. Was that a dream? Or a nightmare? Probably a dream, because it ended on a happy note.. Happy note? The boy died and death can't be reason for happiness unless it's of a devil.. True.. Death can't be a reason for happiness ever.. But we need to observe the other aspect also.. What about the satisfaction on the boy's face? His beloved in his arms? Oh yes! "Isn't it what we all want? Die smiling, satisfaction in our heart projected through our face and the most beloved one in our arms.?"
Glanced on the clock : 4.04 am.. Dawn it was. After relaxing a bit, thought about the dream, thought about the boy.. Oh boy! Now, i got why his face looked so familiar? It was no one else but me.. I saw myself.. It was me who tried, tried, tried and failed, yet succeeded..
Is it appropriate to connect ourselves with the dreams? Don't know.. It Is said that morning dreams come true.. Yes, I want them to be true..
"To have satisfaction on the face, smile on the face and
the loved one in the arms, when I die.."
But the biggest question Is :
"Will it
come true?"
