“The Magic Carpet and the Passport - Not Knowing...”

The corner of my roof top was an ideal place for all the dreams..the open sky-the surrounding tall trees-the distant flying kites-the turmeric tainted wet sarees hung in the brand new plastic ropes-the garbage grazing cows beneath and the mosquitoes – the place had it all...

Summers were fun actually..a strange affinity towards the sweat and the heat added extra colours to the dreams..which were strange though – starting from the ambition of becoming a fast bowler for the Indian cricket team to an Army doctor who would have to paraglide the Himalayan Mountains  [and so should start practicing immediately] or the happiness in imagining that the cute looking senior might be right now standing under the same sky and looking at the same cloud ... I gladly let the dreams voyage everywhere.

The burning of the eyes were nice too..you close them and you get to see so many colourful circles..strange shades of pink blue and green. 

Best part – no one else invaded my “Dream-Spot” during the summers..so it was my personal  and it was “mine personal” – difference being very subtle but very huge.

Dreams are a very secured place to be. Not very long ago a line in a movie caught my thoughts – “you do not remember the beginning of your dreams” ...well this is true actually.. I mean when we find ourselves in d top of a sunset-lit sand dune, do we really remember how we reached there..? or the bigger question – do we want to know how we reached there ?

But why is it so.? To think of it..do we remember the beginning of anything atall..? can we pin down the very moment of the first spang of love..? or the first sense of relief after witnessing a successful childbirth..??

To not know something has its own charm though..it actually is that state of enigma where no one can prove you wrong..or it is the morning where the dreams never get shattered...well when i don’t really know the first moment of love then how can I ever go to the moment before it...??

The little child not knowing the tingling fear will never actually stop herself from gazing at the guns in the middle of a sick Afghanistan war...not knowing love rather can actually save you a heart break.

Then maybe a very smart looking “love guru” would tell you that if you have not tried love then your life might have no meaning at all because your heart has missed out such an important feeling – which might be true. But when you again retaliate – if you do not know what love is – then does a love guru or the dialogues matter at all..??

End of the day we are all satisfied and the last glass of water before going to bed always tastes the sweetest – so if we are so satisfied and happy then why do we need to hide in our dreams [or in that way – in someone else’s dreams]..??

It is all the same – all the quest of the magic apple..the quest for the Sorcerer Stone..or the urge to become a Monk with a Ferrari .... and most of all the ultimate desire of reaching the state where you do not know anything and you are just standing on the sand dune and looking towards the blue-maroon-orange sun-set.....

I hate to break this but – when you read this do also remember the magic carpet or if you wish to go further – remember the passport and the visa and the immigration office and all the news flash on Middle East ...... [long live.... everything]