Amidst the hustle and bustle, I somehow managed to catch the bus. I was almost sandwiched between a fat lady and a middle-aged gentleman. I referred him as 'gentleman' because he was trying his best to comfort me but the lady was uncompromising. Getting a seat in the bus was a far away dream but still I tried to pacify myself by recollecting the thought “There is nothing as real as Dream”.
I felt as if this journey from my office to home was the longest journey ever in this route.
It was 30th Sep 2010,’The Day’ for the Ayodhya Verdict. With the apprehension of unrest and chaos in the city we were asked to leave office by 3 P.M, before the verdict was announced. Everyone in the bus was busy giving their competence on the disputed holy site of Ayodhya.Finally I got down from the bus and took a deep sigh of relief.
After I reached home, I switched on my laptop and opened Times of India. It clearly stated that the court awarded pragmatic decision to the disputed land of Hindu and Muslims seeking to mollify the sentiments of both communities. Since I was not very politically or religiously inclined, my only thought was that at least we got an afternoon off.
I was getting bored so I started traversing through the folders in my lappy for a movie.
The only movie I had was ‘Udaan’.I wasn’t even aware when the movie got released
as it wasn’t much hyped, seemed to be a low budget, low scale movie. I started watching the movie and was intrigued by the storyline. It was a story about a 17 year old teenager who was rusticated from the boarding school due to a trivial incident. The story basically delved over this character ‘Rohan’ who strived to fulfill his dream amidst the agony and anguish inflicted by his authoritarian father. There was a constant battle between Rohan’s aspirations of becoming a writer and his father forcing him to choose a conventional career of an Engineer. But nevertheless his father had to give in to his determination and valor. He sets out with dreams in his eyes breaking all barriers, basking in glory.
The part that touched me the most was the poem by the character which he narrates to one of his friend
“Chhoti-chhoti chhitrayi yaadein
Bichhi hui hain lamhon ki lawn par
Nange pair unpar chalte-chalte
Itni door chale aaye
Ki ab bhool gaye hain ki
Joote kahan utaare the.
Aedi komal thi, jab aaye the.
Thodi si naazuk hai abhi bhi.
Aur nazuk hi rahegi
In khatti-meethi yaadon ki shararat
Jab tak inhe gudgudati rahe.
Sach, bhool gaye hain
Ki joote kahan utaare the.
Par lagta hai,
Ab unki zaroorat nahin.”
This poem left a deep imprint in my heart, reminded me of my journey from a kid to adolescence. I just paused to think how far I have move ahead in life.. Feeling nostalgic about the past, recollecting memories which would bring both smiles and tears… ..
Sach mein,”bhool gaye hain
Ki joote kahan utaare the. ”
