A man lay on his bed at the end of his life waiting to die. His dream came to pay its last respects and bid farewell to the man who had never used it.
As it entered the room the man looked down in shame.
“Why did you not realise me?” the dream asked.
“Because I was afraid,” the man said.
“Afraid of what?” asked the dream.
“I was afraid I would fail.”
“But haven’t you failed by not attempting to use me?”
“Yes I have, but I always thought there would be tomorrow.”
“You fool!” said the dream, “Did it never occur to you that there was only ever today… the moment that you are in right now? Do you think that now that death is here you can put it off until tomorrow?”
“No.” said the man, a tear gently rolling down his cheek.
The dream was softer now, because it knew that there were two types of pain – the pain of discipline, and the pain of regret – and while discipline weighs ounces, regret weighs pounds.
Then the dream leaned forward to gently wipe away the tear and said, “You need only have taken the first step and I would have taken one to meet you, for the only thing that ever separated us was the belief in your mind that you couldn’t have me.”
Then they said goodbye and they both died.
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Missed the bus
There was no frantic chasing, no dramatic shouting, no scene whatsoever at all.
In fact, you wouldn’t believe how I just let the bus go.
I didn’t realise that I was the only one left at the bus stop. There was no bus in sight and I just glanced across the road for a moment, thinking of the work I was due to complete by tomorrow. Just then, as I turned back, I saw a bus speeding past my bus stop. I managed to catch the bus number from the plate fixed at the back of the bus – 364F – the only bus from that bus stop that I could take.
As I watched the bus speeding into the distance, a feeling of foolishness overpowered me. It was only then did I realise that there was no one else around. I had waited 15 minutes for a bus with a frequency of 15-20 minutes and it didn’t stop because the only person at the bus stop didn’t flag it and nobody on that bus was alighting at that stop. What were the odds?
Apparently it was 100% at that particular moment.
And just then, as the bus faded from my sight and merged into the busy traffic at the expressway, a thought came over me.
Life is exactly like that. We wait for opportunities to come our way much as the same way we wait for the right bus to bring us to our destinations. However it takes just a momentary lapse in concentration or a little distraction for the opportunities to slip us by not unlike the same way we miss the right bus because we were looking elsewhere for just 2 seconds.
And it probably will be a good analogy for relationships as well. Looking for love is a little similar to waiting for a particular bus. Like the bus that left me feeling foolish, sometimes, the right person may have entered our lives but we may not be aware of it until he/she leaves because we are not paying enough attention or because we have other priorities.
Sometimes, we need to chase a bus because it is leaving and we want to get on it. If we are lucky and the bus driver notices us and is kind enough, he/she will stop and let us board. However, if the chase really started too late or if the bus driver did not notice us or he/she did but pretended not to, we will end up with cold stares from strangers who see us fools chasing after a bus that had no intention to stop for us.
And sometimes, like the way we are blinded by love, we develop astigmatism and board the wrong bus. Those who realize their mistake early get off the bus at once and face only the embarrassment of that moment. Those who do not realize their mistake until it is too late, i.e. until the bus has gone off course from their destination, suffer from not only embarrassment and shame but may become lost for a while and be faced with the hassle of planning how they can move on from the off-course track.
In the real world, I eventually managed to board another 364 G (which needed a kilometre walk to reach my destination after alighting) which came 15 minutes after the first one left. In this world many are still stuck in an off-course track looking for the right bus to bring me home…
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Death of My Dream
May be a funny story but it is true. I was a non-vegetarian from my childhood. I liked chicken. When I was studying in Engineering College, we had a day for “Bada Khana” (college day). We were served fried leg pieces of chicken. I enjoyed it and visualized a dream of eating “full tandoori chicken” (whole fried chicken). A dream was thus born in 1971.
I went for higher studies at IITM. I studied “Linear Algebra” and wrapped that text book with a glossy wrapper with mouth watering “whole chicken, fried” lying on its back, with two cut legs stretching upwards. It was my dream kept with out realizing it. I talked about my dream occasionally to my son also. He once said, “why don’t you eat a whole chicken today, it would not cost more than Rs 300. You can afford it, also.” I said “let us consider it on some other day”.
It was 17th November, 2007. I started “yoga” regularly. I was still non-vegetarian. By February 2008, there were changes in my preferences. I did not like non-vegetarian food. I was not trying to be vegetarian. I have become a vegetarian, naturally. I have no desire for non-vegetarian items.
Recently, my son was here. He asked me suddenly, “why don’t you eat a whole chicken and realize your dream. One day, it may be too late. You may not be in a position to relish due to food restrictions that might be imposed on you by doctors. At least, you are healthy today.” I said, “my dream is dead before I do”.
Aisa bhi hota hai!!!
Nice one 😛