So it was my birthday and my
room-mate was feeling generous. He comes to me and says, “Bhai!!! What do you
want for your birthday? Tu bas bol kya chaiye.”
“Hmmm… Now what do I want for my
birthday? I want a new book to read, or maybe a new United cap, or a new
jersey. I want a new shoe, a new watch maybe a new mobile. I am confused. I
want a shiny new bicycle, no, a new bike, no, a new car. I want a Mercedes; no,
an Aston Martin; wait no, a Jaguar. I want to dine out, to watch three movies
back to back, to go on a trip. I want to sing, I want to dance; I es.”
I was saying these out loud and
my room-mate kept staring at me; "bhai tu cycle ka karega kya?", he was perplexed. Things escalated quickly.
“I want to fly”, I droned on, “I
want money, I want fame, I want to fight crime; I want to be Batman. I want to
go to a jungle, I want to switch off my phone, I want to be powerful and I want
to be powerless. I want to make a difference and I want to be different. I want
to see ‘God’ and I want to go fishing with him (or her or the third gender). I
want to know everything, I want to be enlightened, I want to solve problems and
I want to create a few. I want to be here and I want to be there; I want to be
this and I also want to be that. I want to solve world hunger, I want to
eradicate poverty and I want world peace. I want to date Scarlett Johansson and
I want to fight Wolverine.”
“Bhai!!” he interrupted, “Even I
want to date Scarlett Johansson”.
“It’s my birthday, I get to
wish”, I continued, “I want to walk, I want to run and I want to sprint. I want
to score a goal in Champions League and I want to ruffle Messi’s hair. I want
to travel, I want to wander and I want to be lost. I want to decide finally
whether ‘to be or not to be’. I want vegetables to taste like chicken and water
like booze. I want to write and then write some more. I want to be invisible
and I want to be Batman (Did I say that already?). I want to keep learning and
I want to keep exploring. I want to be a reader, a poet, a lover. I want to live, I
want to evolve but most importantly, I want to know the meaning of life.”
Later that day, he bought me a
pizza.
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A year less to count and a year more to this amount. If you have all your wants fulfilled before you die, than you are already dead! Keep wanting and keep writing! :)
ReplyDeleteI know bro... but how the hell am I supposed to be Batman?
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