I glanced ahead and there sat a stranger... I
overheard his conversation with priceless attention, and not the least bit
remorse for my exploitation of his privacy! What more excitement I could ask
for in my ten minute and ever monotonous journey home.
That day I saw a boy whose face marked
me with a curiosity I could never relieve myself from. What caught my attention
was not what the world would define sane. His wandering eyes spoke of stories
that hid in shadows of despair... And yet there was always a sparkle he managed
to share, compelling us to want to spend another second in his mystic
daze!
He is the boy who knew it all!
Little was I a master of my actions and
was eventually pulled towards his magnetic finesse! Believe me I've seen people
of various disposition, but in the end most of us are a common group of people
running around to please the world! A world we made, a world we could change,
but always chose to not disagree and be enslaved in our own ridiculous
ideologies that merely destroy the beauty that exists.
His boisterous facade, I would say
concealed the tussle of a lifetime. Hidden in him, was the wisdom of an era. He
never owned to be the perfect person, but in him I saw a model of what a world
with no comprehension could take as an example and tread on. He is a man who
lives on principles that he believes could make a difference. He doesn't need
to agree with anyone, because he does what he believes would make a positive
difference. He never gloated of his distinction and merely made his authority
known. In him I saw a leader, an intellectual and above all a real human.
The mystery I went searching in his
eyes unfolded stories of an inescapable passion towards the ones he cared
about. If he gave you the trust he so seldom presents to the world, he would
turn his back at the world, even when it screamed at him that he would be
stabbed for believing the naive. But to him, he only justified his own senses
and let no man manipulate his intentions with their prejudices.
A few of us would have known
individuals as these, or some of us may just be another person like him.
Nevertheless, why him or anyone like him, why should I have not observed
another person? Maybe it is because I realized that we see people who are
eminent, but are reluctant to celebrate them.
This boy is a revolution to many of
us who live in a world of deception. We portray a side of us, which we
choose for the world to see, and not the one that should be displayed. Our
pride takes the better of us and we forget to fulfill the mere duty of being
human in the process.
He on the other hand is the parallel representation of what we can be in our lives. I for instance concentrate on the gore realities of life and
dream for a fairy tale. I suppose I have agreed with the present, that I
can survive, but I'm not keen to acknowledge the real person I am.
I compromise my humility by plagiarizing the wrongs of the world. I whimper
about the menial setbacks not realizing that there are others with not even the prospect of 'hope' to raise them from the ditch they have been abandoned.
We forget our words and actions would
leave impressions. A silly gossip or a silly act of selfishness is
only trivial to us. But the truth is we would have stolen a smile from
someone's life.
This boy does not reveal the truth of
his life. However, in all certainty I must agree that he makes sure he lives
through the day as it's his last and makes his dreams a reality today. His
words are well chosen, his actions are well explained and he speaks like every
conversation is his last note to the world, a note that we need to remember for
good even when he's long gone!
His life is no different from ours! It
just that he makes it different and ensures that the ones sharing this life
with him enjoy the joy of life no matter what miseries come through!
In his eyes are stories untold with the
wisdom that one should have regard for. And one thing I did learn for sure from the boy who knew it all, is to try and be a rainbow in someone's cloud(Quoted by Maya Angelou).
Dedicated to JT