Sunday, August 12, 2012

There are no fairy tales

There are no fairy tales. The fact about four-leafed cloves or that elusive pot of gold at the end of a rainbow is as sad as drunken homeless man getting mauled over by a car on the highway; it doesn’t matter. Countless brave hearts have pondered over fighting dragons and innumerable girls have lost sleep instead of their shoe. The fact of the matter is that the world of make-belief is as real as air: feel it, breathe it but don’t dare define its colour or the next time you will be tagged as “lunatic” on Facebook.
The world was a cruel place, even before Adam ate that forsaken apple. It took millions of years for the atmospheric dust clouds to condense and take shape into an ugly orb. Pressurized gases accumulated into one giant solid shape and thus the Earth formed. No, this is not another history lessons on how the dinosaurs had breakfast and died or how the mammoth managed to befriend a sloth and a sabre-tooth, making merry in the ice. All another story that one. What I intend to picture, is reality as a person. You see, if Reality had a job, he would probably work for Fate. Now, these two guys would start up a business venture, luring man into their inescapable web. A person dreams of a house, nice place to work at, a content family and easy retirement. That will inevitably be your fate if, and only if you have a good deal with M/S Reality and Fate Associates. “LOL!” as many silly girls would giggle. “Can we bargain there too?” Well my friends, it’s not just Janpath or Sarojini that you can bargain, it’s with Fate too, and Reality is too busy messing everyone’s dreams. How? Look at yourselves people! Haven’t you had any dreams or ambitions, where you had everything coming through? And then stray back into your lives, have a peep and tell me, has everything been that way? Only a foolish man would say yes. Economics say human wants are insatiable; they can never be met, for one satisfaction leads invariably to another desire. That’s where Reality kicks you in the arse. 

But what about Fate? Is he the good guy, misunderstood like Harvey Dent, who thinks that the world is a bad place because of its inhabitants and what they make you do. All the blame lifts off your shagging shoulders in an instance if so be the case. But it won’t. Each and every person has a Fate bound to him or her decided by every action or reaction that he or she commits. I writing this article will, too, have new path-ways laid down by Fate. She is the architect in our ever bulging city of Life. Every decision has a yes and no. Good and bad. Two roads and you can drive on anyone of them, the only check-post being death where a person inevitably gets penalized for over speeding. We all want to fly away, don’t we? Become an astronaut or a pilot if that is what you want, your destiny, your fate and then soar over the countless others, who can look up and only gaze in awe. Don’t be a super-hero and try to jump off your balcony. If it’s a floor you will break your legs; two and you might fracture your spine and paralyse yourself; three floors and you’ve won yourself a one way ticket to paradise. That’s reality. 

So the next time you have dreams make sure you do everything in your power to grasp them with both your hands and never let go. Reality will follow; not with a chainsaw, waiting to cut down your tree of hope and ambition, but with a cushion: in case you fall. Fairy tales aren’t true, they were never meant to be, because each of us has our very own fairy tale to complete within a said time period. Let stories entertain you, not guide. Draw inspiration from your family, friends, idols and teachers. Once you have learnt everyone’s mystical story, I’m sure you will have gathered all the magic required in conjuring the perfect spell or potion in your very own cauldron. Or else you could just end up like me, telling everyone what is needed to be done and be told that you have done nothing.

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