Wings of wire...
If I am ever asked the
synonym of ‘Oxygen’, I would definitely answer it as –‘Reading’.
My affair with reading
started at a very tender age. And i always felt it exiting to live in an
infinite fiction. Reading
is my comfort zone; it’s like a mother’s lap to me. It accepts me and I accept
it. It makes me laugh, it makes me cry but all in all –it makes me ‘Live’. (I
am so fascinated by the novels i read that after reading the book ‘Bloodline’
by Sidney Sheldon, I always wished my life partner to be like the character
‘Rhyls’. Divvy me!! But I’m still falling for Rhyls!)
Sometimes, the world
went on, as if it does, without my full participation and i only woke up from
the reverie when someone said my name. It all happens to me when i am reading.
Moreover, books always
give me that secret suspicion that ‘I am Special!’
But my affair reading
went quite cold when i was in my Dholakiya school doing my 12th std.
As the school kept us sooo busy that we hardly had time for anything (cursing
the school for its tight schedule was an exception!) I always wanted to say
that if real life was about living a mundane, impassionate life like his then i
could do without it.
Without reading, at the
very end of before and at the very beginning of after, I had learnt that there
was something missing but still I always excused that i don’t get time to read.
*
A day came when all such
thought of that busy scheduled had been vanished and stored in some sacred
place in the cupboard of my heart still the day when I saw Uma ma’am.
Uma ma’am, a lissom lady
of some 40’s working in the administrative department of our college. Giving us
our exam forms, collecting fees, making necessary transactions with the Saurashtra University ...are all the works she
manages. Being the class representative I had to often visit the Administrative
Room (AR) to carry out several inevitable duties.
Once, I and one of my
friends went to AR to get supplementary for writing assignments. As soon as i
stepped inside I witnessed a situation i can’t describe. I don’t have a
shibboleth for it as one might marvel at the insanity of the situation which
wasn’t insane at all!
As what I saw was...a
ma’am was working on the computer ,a clerk was indulge in placing some files
into the old grey Godrej cupboard and in between all these scenario Uma ma’am
was literally ‘DANCING’ , she had her classical music on and she was lost in
her passion.
My first reaction to
this situation was a free ‘laugh’ and giggle to the girl i accompanied. But it
was later thinking about her passion for dancing that everything inside me
collapsed into a singularity.
After a few days I knew
from some girls that Uma ma’am is so fond of dancing that she teaches it to the
college girls (Free of cost) when time permits and also manages to take time
for dancing in the AR room without feeling shy or hesitating for any cause.
Some of the girls even call her insane and make fun of her and even i agree
with them at calling her ‘Insane’ as yeah! She is insane...Insane for her
passion, insane for her joy...
‘I don’t get time to
read due to my hectic schedule at school’ – these verses hovered in my mind.
‘Me-a big Jenny!!’ I scolded myself.
Witnessing her wings of
fire for dancing, the naked picture of my wings of wire for reading which were
so fragile and ineffectual mirrored before me and ...I kept thinking about the
word ‘Passion’ for quite a long time.
*
. “If you genuinely want
something, don’t wait for it – teach yourself to be impatient.”
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