I had always loved my seemingly impossible cockiness about a power to do anything. But today, I find myself at the mercy of things out of my control. So, strange yet true. Now and then, as I stare into empty spaces, a scene from Lagaan crosses my mind. The villagers break into a song, anticipating rains. They forget their pains, their daily chores mindless of the fact that the inevitable could still happen. I can still remember those vivid expressions that Gowariker had painted on their faces and hearts. When someone really expects something, it shows. And so was that scene. But like I said, the inevitable can still happen. And those silver-lined black clouds pass away - giving smiles to may be people from a near village. Smile - fleeting or a long - was again left to their destiny.
I see something similar in my life at present. I sense a vast source of happiness constantly moving towards me. And just like the farmers, I was counting too much on it. But I don't want the inevitable to happen. But little did I realize, just like the movie, I was just plain helpless.
Then I realized something - most villagers in this world would still be looking for that silver-lined cloud to come down their road. And most would trade anything for that magic hour of happiness, where one could just hope and could be happy in the hope of happiness.
And thus, did I fathom. The thought of hope and what-if-it-were-true had taken over me and I had temporarily abandoned my struggle. At least, I felt so. The fire was gone and so was that greed. It was just hope. Serene and beautiful. It was as if, I could wind those time clocks ahead and see myself in that big cloud of happiness. I wanted to snatch that psyche's magic bowl to give me a glimpse into that future of tomorrow. Wish that was true!!!
But then that left brain knocks my door and says, " Logic alone triumphs". Not too far from truth, I said to myself. All that I had learned from my past is that, the enchanting cloud teases every man. It is just like those little stories, your parents tell you. Santa Claus, the Angel and Chocolate man - all unreal. But just like you see that cloud, you hoped that these men were real.
But life rests more on action than hope. It is just hope to wait for the cloud to reach you, but far more realistic for you to run towards the cloud. So, I decide. I put on my shoes and ran for that cloud.
