Let’s hear the song

“In life, not everything turns out to be as you had thought it to be, as you had dreamt it to be. There were thousands things you expected that would happen to you, you dreamt of becoming, thought you could become or would do; told by your parents, promised by teachers, expected by friends, gossiped by neighbours, and when nothing of that comes true that’s when the ” reality” shines upon you; but you still continue to dream, continue to think of thousand other things, some good, some bad, that could, would, should happen to you. You just cannot stop dreaming. It’s the greatest of gifts. It’s the heaviest of burdens.”

What makes them so special? So powerful, that you cannot even consciously control it. They silently creep inside your mind without knocking, without giving any notice, even at the times when they are least expected to. They grasp you before you can even acknowledge it. And by the time you come to know of it, it has acclaimed its mastery over you. They are one of the most potent of might that a human mind boasts of. They show you the possibilities, the eventualities, the highest of aspirations, the darkest of fears, the deepest of yearnings that you possess. You feel reluctant to accept them, you might shrug them, or you might love them, you might follow them, whatever; they are yours!! They tell you, what you could be, who you could be, what you want or not want to be, what all you wish to achieve to be; they stem from the very person who is inside you. To realise oneself takes time and to realise one’s dreams takes thyself.

They take you to the world where you want to be, they make you the person you yearn to be. There are no rules there, no boundaries, no constraints of space, time, science or spirituality. It’s your world. Be it anything; be it Spiderman or GOD himself; be it Shah Rukh Khan or Tom Cruise; be it Bill Gates or Saddam Hussein; be it Cindy Crawford or Mother Teresa; be it Tiger Woods or Steffi Graff; be it the topper of your Class or the world’s richest person; be it a Messiah of peace or the champion of terror; be it the greatest parent ever or the loveliest spouse ever; anything, anywhere, anytime, you are there even before you can realise that you are there! You want to fly, you don’t need wings. You want to run faster than wind, you are running. You want to stop time, it has stopped.

“An illusion, a hallucination”, proclaims thy rationality; isn’t it! “Or is it the possibility of reach, the zenith of purpose, the ambit of action”, questions the Dreamer! Neither can I refute either of it, nor can I accept outright. The perceptions will vary, the swords of beliefs would be taken out, and the boundaries will be drawn. Both sides would be boasting of their share of people rooting for them and their undeniable logic in its campaign. But there is always a point of submergence, a moment of acceptance. When hope is met with despair, when possibilities meet with failure, when action results into fruitlessness then the switching of sides is swifter than breathing and similar is the fate when illusion is struck with an unexpected reality, when hallucination is greeted with a pleasant possibility.

The most abstract of a man’s nature is that they do not possess any flip sides where you can call for a head or a tail and rest assured that, atleast, something will show up. But here, the coin just might refuse to show any of it’s face. There are no “Whites-n-Blacks” here, everyone carries a shade of different texture, different colour. But still in this vast complex labyrinth of disparity, I really find it amusing and strikingly bewildering to find that common threads of thoughts, similar modes of actions, driven by the purpose of their very own, albeit always striking a similar cord in the greater canvas of thoughts and purposefulness, of ultimate aspirations and dreams which are being sought.

The differential existence of each being defines the very existence of that person. But, still there is that common thread that we all possess. Infact, it is a bundle of very small threads made into one big thread. We might treat it differently, we might seek it differently, but we shall, and we must acknowledge it, hone it, use it, nurture it. To different eyes, it might take different of shapes and features. To some, it might look the heaviest of burdens but to me, it is the greatest of gifts we have been bestowed upon. It is this gift which makes us feel that we could be some thing more; it is this gift which makes us feel that we could be GOD; it is this gift which makes us feel the deepest of our emotions; it is this gift which shows us the naked truth of our own persona. The limits are boundless.

“But of all the thousands things you thought of, you dreamt of, you hoped for and when you get a glimmer of achieving even any one of it, can feel the distant existence of it then the greatest gift turns into the deepest of thankfulness and the greatest burden into the purest of blessings.”

We owe it to ourselves to make the utmost of this gift, rather than defining and searching for the rationality of it. There shall not be any expectations neither shall be there any disappointments. Only shall there be joy; joy of seeing and believing in the world which is as abstract as our very existence, which is as mysterious as our beginning but the fact remains that we exist, we did begin somewhere, sometime and the same shall hold true for it. Let’s not question it, let’s not try to authenticate it. Let’s just enjoy the sheer power of it and paint it with the wildest and deepest of our desires, the most genuine of emotions, the darkest of fears, the warmest of happiness and the earnest of aspirations. Let’s just try to make sure that when we stroke that brush, at the least, the splash is bright enough to light up our soul. As they say, “When you begin to tread the journey of your dream, you begin to hear the song of life”. Let’s hear the song.