It was some years back that I realized a simple fact out of life, I would just end up a failure. To me the word 'failiure' had meant more that anything then. It was my destiny. I knew I was a nobody. And my only bother was to die as a failiure. But anyways I would be forgotten. That was the only feeling that buried my feelings.
I remember years back in childhood thinking that the world circumscribed of just my home. The only place that I knew other than hometown was Bombay. And it really pissed me off when a few politicians decided to change its name. I couldn't see Bombay as Mumbai. Anyways it doesn't matter. I thought the world would just end in 2000AD and no human life would be found the next second and god the almighty would be coming on his golden chariot studded with diamonds and other precious stones sorrounded by beautiful angels. I held my breath as I wathed the clock tick from 11:59:59 on 31st December to the next second. But still, Noting happened. I remember praying to a god, all the angels and all the saints in my 'List' of most powerful persons on universe. Still noting happened. I wanted to be loved, to be cared just like anybody else. But still noting changed. The people I loved ended up hurting me and the people I cared never bothered.
I was just beginning to realize that my life had not meant anything to the world. Even if I wasn't around, things would be the usual. What did I mean to the world? Absolutely noting. And I realized that there was no point in being the nobody. I had to be somebody. I had woken up from my dream, a dream that heals all the wounds, that soothes the bad times, that gave hope. But now I feel hope is a bad thing and dream is a much sadder thing. It only happened in the sleep. Years I have slept pretending not to have known anything.
But things has changed now. The only thing that matters to me now is my own happiness, my achievements, my life. There is absolutely no point in going on to stop a tear from rolling down from someone's cheek than pretending to be happy, satisfied, content. Its when I realized that no one can be me. No one can walk on water and swim on land.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
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