The Enlightenment


Have you ever had this moment, this moment where you’re left dumbstruck, with retrospection, forced to look into yourself, everything you’ve been through, and where you’ve reached? And yet, at that moment you’re a lot more wiser, maybe not so much in actions, but in understanding the reasons, and you know a lot more, so much more.

Two weeks back, I had come home during the weekend, and I was waiting for the elevator, beneath my building. As I stood there, in the monotony of my pathetic little life, three kids came jumping around, discussing something. On listening in, I found out they were discussing their Beyblades ( or Tazzos ) or something. And they were really animated about it, passionate as they could be. Soon after, came in another couple of kids, and this one kid from the latter group started jeering about some particular beyblade he had acquired. All the kids were seemingly awestruck by this new acquisition, when the bully from the original group started shouting, that his beyblade was much cooler than this new one, trying to bring the attention back to himself. A fight ensued with heated shouting, lots of snatching and shoving, and one kid almost coming down to tears. And all this while, I just stood there, shocked, as the elevator door opened and closed on me.

I  stood there because I was dumbstruck, lost for words seeing how passionate these kids were for these little things, while I had become so estranged with the simplicity of life. I was shocked to see how much they could fight over a beyblade, while I had to cope with thousands of frustrations at work, with relationships, betrayals, infatuations, insecurities, expectations, addictions, and the myriad mixtures of the anxieties, moments, the depressions, moments, and the solace-seeking indulgences I had learned to live within. I could see myself, right there, in those kids, in my school days, fighting over Pokemon Tazzos, or Wrestling Cards, or just the simplest things of life. To quote Johnny Cash, “What have I become, my sweetest friend?” Why was life such a struggle now, when it was so simple and happy once? At that precise moment, I could see everything flash right in front of my eyes, and I so desperately wished that those boys never reach here. Their happiness was so real, so pure, unlike my much maligned, broken and superficial laughter.

Haven’t things just become so complicated, that its almost incomprehensible to imagine such naivety ? And, if at that moment, I could just get one wish granted, the wish of my life probably, it would’ve been – take this away god, Give me that back !

And there lied my Nirvana, and that was my Enlightenment.

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7 comments on “The Enlightenment

  1. As soon as you’re born they make you feel small
    By giving you no time instead of it all
    Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
    A working class hero is something to be !!

  2. abey kart but i’ll tell u one thing…… life keeps on changing as we move on…… so in the end it’s much wiser to enjoy the present ….. cuz if past is good you’ll miss it…but shouldn’t let the present go waste thinking abt the past…make the present a past worth remembering one day bro… cheers!!!!

  3. i agree with ankit. past will always be beautiful and innocent but the degree will be determined by the smiles shared in present. and trust me there are ppl who love u, there are ppl jealous of u and some totally wanna be with u.. so enjoy!!!!

  4. Today, you can sum up these things, because u
    saw them in your past !
    n Tomorrow when u will move ahead in life..you
    need to have more such great moments..so for
    that you ought to be happy Today !!

    Enjoy this moment!

  5. Life is actually simple , its we who insist on making it complicated. That due to our tendency to meet other people’s expectations of us.The one who laughs hard is termed “joker”..however deep within we long to laugh like that. A few lessons in life, I too have learned, my friend.

  6. Thanks a lot ! I know what you’re trying to say. Simple things are veiled by the layers and layers of the mask of complexity

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