Finding you

Sometimes in life, there are particular phases you cross and march ahead without realising the zeal and would think upon it when you face the same circumstances without knowing that you have moved on from the person you wished to be. There are so many questions that are raised each and every second right before our eyes but we remain blind folded to most of them thinking that those questions are unrelated to us. What we thought was happiness may now seem to be foolishness and what we thought would never affect us come and haunt us. Life is something that we can’t able to predict, all we can do is to live our life each and every second to its atmost and while looking back at some point in life and realise that you have lived a life that you wish and can smile about it.

From those days of Fastreck watches and Poma shoes to Fastrack watches and Puma shoes, life for me has changed. Staring at those lush green paddy fields seemed to be the most beautiful scene of my life but those same paddy fields seems to be in drought. From those days where we used to stand in line for the assembly National anthem to the days we stand in line to check-in to our office, we all knew that we had lost a life that we always wanted to.

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My dad called me while I was playing my keyboard; he asked about the design for my room interiors. There was colouring and decoration work going on in my house. Earlier I had told my dad that I would be giving few music themed wall art printouts so that the artist can paint on my room wall but I had totally forgotten about that. I searched in Google and downloaded few wall-art pictures. I selected the best one after examining for few odd minutes. My dad informed that the artist would be coming tomorrow; I nodded my head and went back to my own work practising one of IllaiyaRaaja’s epic songs ‘Illaya nila’.

I don’t know when I slept yesterday. I would have practised for more than a 100 times to play the song but I was not able to match anywhere close to the original song. I thought of recording but then I remembered a quote that I read long back.

“Don’t practise until you get it right, practise until you don’t get it wrong”

            For the next few hours I remember I was practising the song but then my body was exhausted so I must have fell asleep.

I got up around 11 in the morning and I was surprised to see my physics sir standing infront of me.  He is Mr. Madan and he took us physics in 11^th and 12^th std. He was one of the most inspiring teachers that I could ever come across in my life. While most of the teachers used to teach the lesson that are already printed in the book, he used to teach us about life and how physics can make life more interesting. While he took class, each and every student would be dumbstruck by his depth in knowledge regarding the subject. I personally had a good bonding with him since I used to top in most of the exams. Maybe it’s only because of him that I loved physics and I was able to score well in it.

He had a painter’s brush in his hand and he looked completely different to the way he was in school. I was shocked. He greeted me and began to draw the picture on the wall which I had given my dad the other day. I stood in silence without able to understand what was going on. Was my Physics sir an artist? How come this could be?

He saw me standing in disbelief; he came near me and patted my back. I still couldn’t figure it out. Everyone in school thinks that he is the best teacher and no one ever knew that he was an artist. I did not talk until he finished painting the wall. The wall looked astonishing after he completed paining. A classical guitar picture with musical notes floating and a tag line of “Music is my life” made my room look like a recording studio. I had no words to describe how artistic it was.

I went beside him and asked, “I never thought that you were an artist sir, I always thought that you were born to teach physics. I couldn’t even imagine in my dreams that you had a talent of this sorts”

He smiled at me and said, “When I was in your age all I wanted to do was to paint. I wanted to be an artist. I used to do graffiti, teach little kids and do everything that’s associated to painting but then life had some other plans for me. I had to move away from my dreams. Life offered me a role of a teacher which I had to accept. I hated myself for accepting what life gave me than creating my own self. “

He took a paper and a pencil and faced the opposite of me and continued,

“Few years passed and one day I sat alone with my painting and began to talk with it. I realised that I was going nowhere with my job as well as with my dream since I wasn’t happy with my life. I wasn’t doing justice to either of it and I was guilty, then I realised that what life has offered is something which I had to do with at most respect since it might be someone else dream and I can’t disrespect it. Deep down inside I knew that I can be happy only when I paint so I decided to paint during my day offs”

“Somewhere over the rainbow, the skies are blue, and the dreams you dare to dream eventually come true until then respect what you do”

He turned to me and handed me a paper and went away with a smile. There was a small boy’s picture in it trying to fly a kite. Maybe the boy in the picture was me; I was running without knowing the flow of wind. I understood that happiness was not in flying a kite but enjoying while you are flying the kite.

                       

Sometimes you are thrown away from doing what you want to do but that doesn’t mean that you stop doing it. When you find true happiness you find ways to do it. When you are busy chasing your life do remember to respect the things that come to you as it might be someone else dream.