Have you ever heard a joke so many times, that you’ve forgot why it’s funny. Then you hear it again, and suddenly it’s new. You remember why you loved it in the first place. In that bizarre and delicate spec of a time, it becomes difficult to separate fact from fiction, man from myth.
We search for so many things in our daily life, never realizing what we have. We skip from one stone to another, avoiding that pool of water. But everything is in that pool of water. Then why are afraid to take a dip?
It’s only because searching for that everlasting bliss, we forget to see the beauty that surrounds us instilling us to inspire, to feel the tranquility of the moment, waiting for us to unveil the novel. The pursuit of happiness is in the journey itself, a journey of struggle to keep the living or a journey of a dreamer to make it a reality. It’s the same old idiom of language that’s so commonly familiar to us.
All of us are here to study, to become Engineers, not only to steer the driving wheel of our subjects but also to harmonize it with our gradual growth, to liberate ourselves to admire the true meaning of life. Amidst it all, some choose the fascination with photography, some choose the patience struck perspective path of an artist, and some like me choose Chess to over-exert the brain power and Guitar, to nullify the same with the harmony of its music notes.
The Art n Craft notice board has been one of the awe-stricken sites of our college. Week after week it has displayed some of the brilliant masterpieces of art. Bharat Dhoot is one name, I would like to mention. I’m overwhelmed by his work, his creativeness, his profoundness, which brings so much out of a sketch, which I used to believe could never be actually done. He has described his collection on Facebook as a journey being an artist. (Well! The post is flooded with comments and admiration!)
Some live it short, but some live it big in that shorter time. To bring a smile on somebody else’s face is a gift, or an art (to be more precise) which is available to only few of us. I remember when a friend of mine gave a presentation on Walt Disney. I could feel Walt’s vibe in her and probably that’s what inspired her to sketching and cartooning. She felt that hint of an artist and I’m glad that it has become a part of her journey.
Noticing and dwelling on the tiny but numerous mile-stones that come in our journey we can make a huge difference. All we need is an open mind, not an eye of an archer or a mind of a hunter.
It is like a big fish which doesn’t get caught in the hook, not because it was bigger and stronger, but only because it had a vision to see the things differently, not unique, but differently.
Monday, November 16, 2009
My Friend
It’s funny how the most lasting friendships of our lives begin in a moment so incidental that we scarcely recall it. Anant and I shook hands near the pond outside our high school, one autumn day. There was this aura of confidence, by which he threw pebbles into the pond, skipping and jumping a couple of times before sinking down.
That was the beginning of our friendship. We grew up like brothers. The voids in me were filled by him and the colors on his canvas of ideas were painted by me. We were inseparable. After high school, we spent the summer hitchhiking Europe.
After coming from Europe, I took over my family business and Anant prolonged with his studies. It was at his convocation 2 years later that things started to mingle. As he took a turn and walked with his back straight towards me, I felt a hint of envy, rising in me. It was at that precise moment that I decided to forsake the glamour of the city and went to live in the wilds of Scotland.
I lived in there in an archaic mansion for 5 years before coming back to London. Those pristine sections were so clean and as precisely as I remembered them, that they heightened the ethereal beauty of the place. I was fuming at my cowardness but I still couldn’t get rid my heart of its vindictiveness.
Meanwhile, when everybody was catching the undeclared, untaxed money under their opulent beds, Anant was having his knees and knuckles bruised working 18 hrs a day in the factory workshop. Anant was working hard, despite the absence of his friend. He then owned a steel factory and his pragmatic approach led to the use of a new alloy which placed their steel among the top buyers for the rail road tracks.
“Camouflage is nature’s craftiest trick”, they say. Perhaps that was what Anant was doing all these years, camouflaging under the cloak of an abandoned friend. That was the reason I envied his peace, his courage, and his understanding of his presence. That was the reason I went straight back to him after 5 years to amend the glitch left by my fallible consciousness and sudden disappearance.
I came back searching in that faint light for an allusion of spite or some hidden meaning. My euphoric mood couldn’t last watching him walking towards me for a hug. A hug that overcame everything. We reencountered our most prominent mischiefs, specially the one in Europe, when we kicked a traveler sleeping in an ostentatious sable coat on a foot path.
Just like that pebble which skipped a few times before finally sinking. Our friendship grew increasingly skittish after a few hiccups.
-Rustum
That was the beginning of our friendship. We grew up like brothers. The voids in me were filled by him and the colors on his canvas of ideas were painted by me. We were inseparable. After high school, we spent the summer hitchhiking Europe.
After coming from Europe, I took over my family business and Anant prolonged with his studies. It was at his convocation 2 years later that things started to mingle. As he took a turn and walked with his back straight towards me, I felt a hint of envy, rising in me. It was at that precise moment that I decided to forsake the glamour of the city and went to live in the wilds of Scotland.
I lived in there in an archaic mansion for 5 years before coming back to London. Those pristine sections were so clean and as precisely as I remembered them, that they heightened the ethereal beauty of the place. I was fuming at my cowardness but I still couldn’t get rid my heart of its vindictiveness.
Meanwhile, when everybody was catching the undeclared, untaxed money under their opulent beds, Anant was having his knees and knuckles bruised working 18 hrs a day in the factory workshop. Anant was working hard, despite the absence of his friend. He then owned a steel factory and his pragmatic approach led to the use of a new alloy which placed their steel among the top buyers for the rail road tracks.
“Camouflage is nature’s craftiest trick”, they say. Perhaps that was what Anant was doing all these years, camouflaging under the cloak of an abandoned friend. That was the reason I envied his peace, his courage, and his understanding of his presence. That was the reason I went straight back to him after 5 years to amend the glitch left by my fallible consciousness and sudden disappearance.
I came back searching in that faint light for an allusion of spite or some hidden meaning. My euphoric mood couldn’t last watching him walking towards me for a hug. A hug that overcame everything. We reencountered our most prominent mischiefs, specially the one in Europe, when we kicked a traveler sleeping in an ostentatious sable coat on a foot path.
Just like that pebble which skipped a few times before finally sinking. Our friendship grew increasingly skittish after a few hiccups.
-Rustum
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