Tra la la...

Tra la la… tra la… la la la… Strange things happen in life. Things as miniature and stupid leave such everlasting footprints on the mind that neither the “wind mighty wind” nor the “storm mighty storm” can wash them into oblivion. Tennyson couldn’t have imagined that a simple hymn (tra la…) would float him into the realms of imagination, the realms where the distinction between art and realty become a horizon; you can feel it always in front of you, but more you explore it and try to reason it out, the more it seems to be immaterial. One small event and you are an all new person, the life is an all new ball game! Butterfly effect should I call it??? Maybe…

Reminds me of the new Airtel advertisement “an act of defiance can spark a revolution”; one of the images of the phantasmagoria that plays in front of me when I think of my moments of inspiration. Then dreams become. Then plans become. Dreams huge enough to scare the wildest of my instincts on being thought over the second time. But then, they don’t go away. You dream once and you’re trapped. Forever. No matter how much you run away from it; no matter how much you try to forget it, it would always come back… first as a memory of what you are trying to forget, next as a dream you once dreamt and now are running away from it. It would titillate you, seduce you, but it wont go away. No matter how much you try, somewhere deep within, you would start considering chasing that dream, maybe just to try your luck. Trust me, you’re trapped.

Jerry the mouse is not happy. Jerry the mouse is sad. Jerry the mouse has a dream that one day he would move freely with no Tom the cat to fear. People come and go… Jerry the mouse seems to be the only one to be scared of Tom the cat. “What can he do, poor mouse?” people think. Jerry the mouse doesn’t think so. Jerry the mouse knows that a day will come when he would feast on Tom the cat and then he would be the king of the world. Then unlike others who never had a Tom the cat to be scared of, Jerry the mouse would be someone who got over the adversary and succeeded. No spoon feeding please.

Its been quite some time now that I, seemingly, have not moved towards my destination (so to call it). But what if I say that Jerry the mouse is yet to play his cards? What if I say that he is on the way? What if I say that he is not going milestones… coz he needs to go up, not straight!

Originally posted on Wednesday, April 26, 2006 1:56 AM