Writing and rewriting, editing and drafting…And finally posting it and deleting it! This was the fate of my 53rd post….
When i wrote it, felt like a complete drainage of the system....And when i read it myself from a reader's point of view ...felt it was too personal...So had to delete it...
Once you know that writing helps you drain out agony, despair and may b happiness sometimes....You just can't stop your thoughts! I don't know about others but i just can't....It just flows into the new microsoft word! Happiness is something we always share..ever tried sharing your pain, passion for that matter your agony your dark secrets...Damn! it feels great! Supposedly am the reserved version but a lil trigger blows up the whole mind! And then it's just like an Radio or whatever!!!
This post is definitely not about how the author is or how she feels...It's about a feeling...Though a fragile one...
Story 1 goes like this:
Walking past the busy Manipal road on this hot summery afternoon, saw something usual yet unusual..
Just beside the juice shop, there's a small cobbler shop...Mostly it is over crowded with students with atleast one of them arguing with the cobbler....And there had been many similar intances with me as well...But once there was something so called sensational!!. May be i will call it a bollywood masala twist....I was eye witness to a so called mob fight!! With one female full of rage flanked by two middle aged men, running around searching for their "prey" ! Prey !!! well that won't be the correct word..but definitely for someone... Calling out name an d all that...That was one hell of a sight!
Apart from the juice shop there is this "Tiger circle- auto stand"...with auto walla's in and around...And here in Manipal the auto fella's are one of a kind!!! You will never find such creatures!! believe me!! That was all about the place..Just to get into the right kind of mood to write the rest of the story.......What can i say!! A background check may be...
Well lemme start with today's incidence...I won't call it an incidence though..Just a feeling...
The very same surrounding near the cobbler shop.....But there was this one thing that caught my attention....A sweet lil boy lying on the bench...Looking at somewhere but no where...Soaked in his own dishum dhisum world....Wanted to write his own fairy tale world..But he is a boy!! And boys don't believe in fairy-tales..One such exception is there....Nevermind! Yeah so ...they have their own world of action thrilled fantasy..... Fantasy se yaad aya!! I just learnt a different definition of fantasy yday.....Basically what i mean is..It all depends on your perception...how you look at things, how you act or what ever!......Oh oh oh !! I lost my character!!! The Boy!!!!.Where are you my boy!!!!....And if i may say so..he was dreaming....Just lying on the bench upside own..Thinking that the world is at his feet!! Gosh!!..i miss my childhood ....When everything was according to my wish and my command... Yeah right were was I, the boy... When i looked at him...At the same very moment i had this strange urge to capture that particular moment in my canvas!!! Canvas! I don't paint!! I click!! So may be "my prints" will be appropriate..
My god! Those innocent looking eyes, his cute little face and a fading smile..Everything was so so so very perfect!!....There was something in those eyes...And you know what it was..It was a Dream! or may be lots of dream....Who doesnt dream after all... I do...we all do!...
But i din't take his pic...I din't click...I just let it linger in my mind forever!...A perfect catch! A perfect blend of expressions!
This part is called happiness...
There's one more part called as sadness...Sad cos it's something i am not proud of!
It's about a man! A well cultured, wealthy but not educated, neither like me nor like you! He has wealth, family and if i am not wrong Masha allah! He is physically fit but when it comes to the mental stability...There is definitely something wrong...I don't know what exactly it is ..Cos am not a doctor and i have not seen him...But as my medico friend says...It is a case of cerebral palsy...Last stage may be... SO here it goes....Everyday he comes this tea corner....The owner of the shop exploits him..makes him do some work for no reason and in exchange for nothing...No food, no money no love or for that matter no sympathy... And trust me there are many people like this in this small round world....So are many ruthless shop owners...They have no feelings... No pain no sympathy nothing.. But there are some good people left, they at least try to help that poor guy, suffering for no fault of his...
And he has a family that hates him, wants him out of their so called family tree...He has no medical attention..Basically he is helpless and unknowingly he is waiting for his d-day!...I hate myself for writing it this way....Cos it feels helpless when you know something is wrong ....But you cant do anything!! Simply helpless and restless..
And my dear readers, if you find a person like this....Just don't ignore him or her...May a lil sympathy, lil kindness, lil humanity....Though it won't ease the pain...But it will atleast bring a smile on that person's face... Like it or not you are part of this world...Sufferings, pain, loss, despair and with the same time love, gain, happiness...All are part of the same wheel on which you are travelling...
And all of this!!! is not my story, cos personally i don't even know the person...It was told to me by a "Sailor" friend of mine...And know you must be thinking if it was his story, why the hell i am writing all about it!! Even i don't know...Cos there are things even i can't explain....And yeah about that "Sailor" friend of mine..I do introduce my characters to you.. Well about him...Wont say much!! Cos he's a big mystery but in a good way...Sometimes asks little peculiar questions..... And definitely i can't write all the good things in here.. cos it's my blog....!!! And as the "Sailor" says everyone has a special place..So not much in my blog ;) :D
But whatever the emotions are....Whether happiness or sadness or for that matter something that touches you from within...Certain things have no explanations..It just comes to you, sits beside you and never leaves you..It hardly matters whether i capture it in my lens or in my blog.... Or for that matter even if i don't do....
There are things, always were and will be....Imprinted forever......
Signing off
" The author"
