You are You

After a very disappointing day, I was sitting dejected in my way back to home. The train was gaining its speed and the gentle evening breeze filled the whole compartment. I sat beside the window so I was able to see the fascinating sunset but I was not too interested as my heart and soul still remained in the Publication office. I was asked to submit the entire manuscript of my debut novel; I had my hopes running high as my novel got selected in the preliminary stages. I was thinking that my dream was going to come true but after the brief discussion with few people (whom I think were the editors of that Publication) I understood that my dream has plenty of time still left to become a reality. My novel was rejected and told that it was nothing but bunch of crap piled together

Accepting rejection is the toughest thing and it needs a strong heart and a determined mind to cope up with it. It was a fatal blow in my carrier, I had lot of dreams like signing autographs, taking photos with my fans etc; but now I knew that these dreams have to be as dreams. I thought I was about to break out but I didn't since there were lot of people sitting beside me and I thought I shouldn't make a fool out of myself before them.

As the train crossed few villages and the sun was fading out at a rapid pace, I found a boy who was about my age and an elderly person sitting opposite to me. The boy sat near the window and stuck his head out to the grill. He observed the motion of the train keenly as if he was travelling in train for the first time. He looked so elated when he could see other compartments when the train was turning at an angle. He was following the track that was running parallel to us. Occasionally he used to clap when he sees something like a group of birds flying, a bridge; the boy used to converse with the elderly man through which I got to know that he was his father.

Few minutes passed and the boy looked happier the every passing minute, his actions made everyone in the compartment to notice him but his father was smiling with happiness looking at his son. The boy began to shout in joy, ‘Look dad, the trees are moving backward, all the plants are shaking their heads when we pass them, the track is following us, the paddy fields are rotating’; his dad was enjoying all his words.

A young couple who sat beside me were getting reckless; they were getting disturbed by his actions. But the boy did not care about anyone, he pulled his dad’s hand and said pointing to one of the lush green paddy field, ‘Dad, why is the paddy blue in color?’; I was like dumb, why the hell is he telling those green paddy fields were blue, but I did not speak anything. The young couple called the elderly man and said, ‘Sir, I think your son needs a doctor, kindly take him to the hospital’; they said in such a harsh tone and began to laugh between themselves, I tried to hear to them but I wasn't able to hear. For the next 30 minutes the couple cracked some nasty jokes on the boy and his father but the elderly man remained silent while the boy did not seem to stop his happiness.

The young couple got down as their station arrived; after they got down; I tried to speak to the elderly man. I wanted to call him but I was holding back at the same time. Looking at me trying to make a conversation with him; he spoke, ‘Do you want to say something son?’

 ‘Uncle, the technology has improved and there are hospitals to cure your son, why don’t you take your son there?’ I said in a soft tone.

‘He is coming from the hospital son, He was blind from birth and he got his vision only this morning’ said the elderly man and moved back into his seat. His words stabbed me in my chest, now I knew why the boy told that those trees were moving back, why that paddy field looked blue; I knew I totally got it wrong, infact everyone in the compartment got it wrong.

Till then I thought that the boy was mentally retarded but I was wrong, I thought about the young couple, they never knew the truth but they were judgmental, infact every person was. Sometimes people never bother but they judge others.

If someone says something about you, it doesn't mean anything about you but a lot about them. People will judge you since they want to see you the way they want to. My novel might have got rejected that doesn't mean that there won’t be any publisher waiting to publish it; maybe I have to find them. Just because someone says that my work is not good, it doesn't mean that it ain't no good.
           

Never believe what other’s tell about you, it’s just their point of you, no one knows you better than you, and you are you no matter how many tell that you are some other.