I remember the time when learning proverbs used to be a tedious job for me and my peers."Don't count your chicks befohey hatch." Why does the whole world have to get all metaphorical? We wondered at the incongruity of our syllabus- the logical mathematics and the illogical proverbs.
Off late, certain events have been constant reminders to me of one such adage-The sun cannot remain behind the clouds for many days.
The sun cannot remain behind the cloud for many days.It shows up once again, brighter than the last time the denizens of this beautiful world saw it;to lighten up the lives of people, to help plants make their food, to let the travelers enjoy their trips, to give light to the moon and most importantly- to retain its supremacy over the world.
It is good to be back on top.After a year of downsides and humiliation, it feels great to have finally proved myself once again to the world. They left no effort in pulling me down; it is implied they needed company at the bottom of the ladder. They thought stripping me off my wings will help them. They crushed me, under their feet, in front of this entire ugly world. There was no dearth of humiliation and mockery, as I went down and down and down....And they were successful too; Paranoia hit me. The mockery, the insulting news reports, the unkind critics-everything happening around heightened the extent to which I was broken, till I was broken completely.
But even God has his own way of being benignant, of mending my broken self, the vulnerable self!
She was beautiful indeed, like a morning bird. Her face radiated peace. Her eyes gleamed; they showed the faith she had in me. At a time when everyone believed my story to be that of a befallen star, she held my hand.
Ours was an arranged marriage.When I met her for the first time, I was speechless. The very Saraswati on Earth! Here was the perfect Bengali girl every Calcutta must have dreamt of! The kohl lit eyes, the melody she created with her Veena, her beautiful lustrous hair, everything! Everything seemed to have cast a spell on me!
And then, an other picture of that beautiful lady whom I saw once back in Calcutta, came to my mind. Not a pleasant one...
I never thought it could happen to someone as chirpy as herself.She breathed life! She was somebody whom God must have created to epitomise the spirit of being! She was the life, the spirit in me. She went away, taking away my soul; gifting me my world-the world of fame, glitterati, the world where I am the sun and the others are the clouds.
I miss her.Even when my world turned upside down, when everything was stormy, she held my hand. And there was a sense of comfort. A belief that I won't hit the ground!That she would save my soul! Now that she is gone, I feel all bare!
Her swing, the one which I pushed while she sat on it, is empty; so is the life of the man whom she gave life to.
Its god's way of justice that prevails, yet again.
Maybe you cannot have the best of both worlds!