The Diary of Mufassa

Today was beautiful. Today brought fulfillment, and the little things that matter. Today brought sunshine, laughter and happiness. Today I wished that I could freeze time forever, or could control it as I wanted. I wanted to freeze that lovely frame that portrayed the sunset. Yet that sunset was the reminder that I could not hold on to today. I'll have to give up these moments, for tomorrow to arrive. I'll have to give up what I have, to get what I deserve. Will that ever happen? Will tomorrow ever come? I'm unsure, but I'll still have to let go, and believe in my path forward. Tomorrow, I'll have to open myself up again, ready to be broken, believing that I'll be reborn! If that is not trust, then what is !?

I wish to be reborn in a world where dreams and progress are not stalled by backwardness disguised in different names. Where people encourage taking risks, encourage diversity. Where the world is more open to different thoughts. Where the pursuit of happiness is the sole objective, instead of few defined criteria of achieving so-called happiness. I want to be reborn in a world free of 'should be-s', into a world that embraces 'could be-s'. A world of adventures and discovery, a few heartbreaks and in exchange, groundbreaking discoveries. A world that doesn't just survive on a set formula, but encourages breaking the rules in search of something better. A world that doesn't just protect us, but a world that urges us to bring out the best in each one of us. I dream of changing the world myself, starting with the small world around me. But maybe I'm too weak and insignificant. If I can't, I wish to be reborn, only in a world that moves forward.

You won't find me in your evenings at the pub, or in small talk and chitchat. You won't find me dancing away my worries. You won't find me speaking out my frustration in drunk moments. But don't think I'm a loner. Don't think I don't like company. Don't think I avoid fun. You'll find my essence in your cellphone wallpapers, on meaningless mementos sitting at your desk, in hidden letters of encouragement. You'll find me in your status updates, in long messages, fights, break-ups and make up-s. You'll find me in your distant memories, in your long rides, in your profile photos, in your favorite playlists. That's how I love, and feel loved. That's how I live. That's how I interact. That's how I'm one with you.

Her smile greets him like a silky sunshine. Not the shy glow of dusk or dawn that hesitates to express itself. Not the bright glow of the midday that forces to take notice. Her smile is like the bold sunshine that has broken through layers of cloud and rain. It is reminiscent of the darkness that gave way to that silky light. It reminds that the clouds could engulf the light any moment. It insists that it be protected carefully, lest the rain take it away again. Bathed in that soft glow, he considers himself extremely lucky. Lucky to have known her story, the storm that had preceded the glow. Lucky to be have been beside her when it rained. Lucky to be embraced in the sunshine in it's inimitable grace. And under the divine light, he makes a promise to protect the smile forever. He'll do whatever it takes to keep the clouds away. He'll take care of her, with the best of his ability. He'll not let the smile fade away. Her smile - the sunshine, and his love - the...

One day, we'll meet again, on a hidden road that our dreams traverse everyday. One day, we'll realize that our destiny has always been the same. The artificial walls of 'reality' had obscured them for a while, but can anyone obstruct the eventuality? One day, you'll find me again, in a new light, and the pretentious shells of 'long known' will fall apart. We'll know each other, freshly, as we start walking on a new road together. At the end of that road, lies fulfillment; not of 'their' expectations, but of our dreams, ourselves. The goals that define us, finally will have a chance to be achieved. One day, we'll find the meaning of our journey. The restlessness, the failures, the setbacks and the surprises will all make sense. One day, my partner, I'll find the real you, and our true journey will begin.

No, we can't make our wishes for ourselves come true. The universe doesn't function in that way. But it's surprisingly responsive when you wish something for a loved one. Because, the bond of love interacts with the fabrics of space-time and creates a positive ripple that makes things happen. In a world where no one is only selfish, in a world where everyone tries to make a wish for few close ones, everyone's dreams could come true. Can we do that ?

As I was riding from office, I encountered a dark stretch of road. Coniferous trees rose up to my left, and behind them, faintly lighting up the dark sky, was the beautiful crescent moon! Immediately my memory rushed back to college days. We'd be returning home during vacations, a few of us, in a second-class sleeper coach. Sharing the side berths, we'd watch countless miles race past in the pitch darkness of the night. Hundreds of villages, shrouded in complete darkness, or sometimes faintly lit by the moonlight. Village after village - in Tamil Nadu, Andhra Pradesh and Orissa - still and silent in the darkness, the dreaminess broken only by light from a small town or a factory somewhere. Sometimes, a Chilika Lake sparkling, shimmering as the moonlight bounced off it's dancing waves! How I used to wish that I could jump out of the train and spend the night in the midst of that darkness and silence! The moonlight would feel hypnotic, calling me away from the crowd and t...

No memories remained of the drunken moments except for a mild pain in the weakest part of his fist. Pain from a hairline fracture caused when he had punched the wall hard. That pain reminded him how far he was from what he wanted to be. How helpless he was in front of all the wrongs he wanted to set right. He wanted to take away all their pain, their failures... he wanted to lead them to glory and happiness. But he was so weak ! The dreams burnt inside his heart even as he realized that he was no superhero. But that's what he wanted to become. Not so much for himself. But to avenge all wrongs on behalf of who he cared for. To set everything right. To go back in the past and mend it. Because 'happiness' was the only thing he believed in. - "Why do you always choose to hurt me instead of the others, even if they are more wrong?" -- "Because you're strong enough to carry on even after getting hurt." Yes, he was far from the one that he wanted t...

I am the champagne that was created to celebrate your victory. For years, I had wondered about the reason of my existence. From inside closed walls, i had seen my friends disappear one by one. I had heard the murmur, that I was special. I had been made for the champion. Finally it was my turn. I met you, the champion, as you stood on the podium. The stadium chanted your name. It was dream come true for me. You picked me up, twisted the cork off me. It seemed you wanted to listen to everything that I had eagerly waited to say for so long. As the cork flew off, words flowed like a fountain. It seemed you were happy. You bathed your rivals in the champagne. You took a sip of me. I wanted to please you with my smell, overcome your senses with my essence. I wanted to take your tiredness away. I wanted to tell you, that I had been created for you, and my life has been successful by celebrating your happiness. I wanted to be with you forever. But alas! That was not to be. You put me...

I know what I am, but I'm always in search of what I can be. I'm always chasing a dream. My procedures are crude and untested, but that's the fun of using them. I fail hundreds of time, get bruised, lose hope temporarily. But the dream never dies. Life is a journey after all, isn't it? And in a journey we can't avoid mishaps. I can't let the fear of failure stop me. I can't stay confined in my well or pond or lake, forever. I have to walk on. A lot of you will hate me for this. Others will feel confused. Yes, sometimes it hurts to be disliked. But at other times, that negativity gives me energy, tells me that I'll have to trudge forward. After all, it's much better to get lost in the dust as a diamond, rather than be perched on top of a palace forever as a stone tile!