For the ones who says Reality is not the way it is in one of my fantasy books, Reality sucks, the World is cruel and Life is merciless, I say, “I KNOW” I have seen both reality and the fantasy, I know the difference. DO YOU?
For the ones who says, Love is not eternal and it is not running around a meadow, making promises and bursting into love song every five minutes, I say “I KNOW”. Love is understanding, it’s sacrifice, it’s keep going on despite the pain, it’s holding on to each other when times are good and holding each other closer when times get tougher, it is tearing each others throat a minute and crying in each others arms the next, it is fights that threaten to break you, but the care that hurries to mend it, it is the battle between the anger and care, where after all the anger, the care still remains, it is knowing the reason behind your tears and the lie behind your smile, it is the “I am there, be strong”s and silent hugs when words mean nothing, it is catching you when you fall and carry you when you have no strength left and walking beside you in silence that speaks a thousand love poems, it is saying I love you in every possible way without actually saying “I Love You”. and for those who says that kinda love doesn’t exists, I say, “YOU ARE WRONG”. Because, That’s the way I LOVE and I strongly believe I am not the only one.
For those who mock the way I love, I say, “I DON”T CARE” I know how I love, it’s my job to show it, it’s not my job to prove it. If you can’t feel my love or realise to the extent I was willing to go for the ones I love, I am Sorry you didn’t know.
For those who make me guilty for the smallest disappointment I make, I say “I AM SORRY I AM NOT PERFECT”. I may not be perfect or even good enough for you to realise my Love, but someday, I am going to be perfect for someone, flaws and all. And if that doesn’t happen either, well I am still going to Love the way I always do.
For those who ask me, what are you even depressed about, I say, “EVERYTHING AND NOTHING”. I am not going to apologise for feeling depressed, I don’t function the way you do. I have my own healing process and I am not going to apologise for you not understanding. If you could live in my head for a day, you would explode, the same way I might explode if I am in your head, because healing process is not a template.
For those who don’t understand any of the above, I say, “I AM SORRY” I wasted your time.
There I was, sitting on a steel bench, where I could see the full view of the ocean and waves can touch only my toes. I was sitting there looking at the ocean wondering what lay beyond the ocean and inside me.
Slowly cold spread through the bench i was sitting on and the stars started twinkling their eyes and slowly started playing hide and seek behind the clouds. Slowly the moon started shining above my head and I could feel the the breeze on my face growing colder and colder and suddenly the stars and the moon go hide behind the darkening clouds and darkness was surrounding me inside and out. The waves are trying to touch my toes for a long time.
Realising the dark, I stopped wondering what lay beyond and inside and started wondering what’s happening above. The moment I looked up a rain drop thudded on my eyes. The rain started to pouring down harder and harder and I felt the rain drenching my hair and droplets of water dripping from the tip of hair and from the tips of my fingers. I still haven’t moved an inch. I felt that rain was washing away my sins and sorrows.
I waited for the rain to do its job. When it has poured to its contend, it stopped raining. The deafening sounds of rain drops thudding on the water surface has finally stopped. The place was dark and silent but for the gentle and rhyming rhythm of the waves. I felt cleansed of all bad things. I can’t decipher if I am frozen to the cold bench or it was just an impulse. I felt pure. I wanted to leave, but something was still missing. I waited for it to find me, Then slowly, like a kid touching a puppy for the first time, a wave hesitantly touched the tips of my toes and ran away shyly.
I felt overwhelmed by the beauty of god and nature. I stood up turned around and started slowly towards the beach. My feet sinking in the soft beach sand for every step i took.
I reached the streets, it was flooded with light. I went to street surrounding me inside and out. Even though I was drenched and was freezing cold, I felt warmth spreading inside and out, making me glow inside and out.
ALL WAS WELL
Born a Crime by Trevor Noah is a memoir like none other. Trevor Noah, well known for his wit and comedic way of saying things who put this best quality of his in stand up shows and the Daily Show gives us this amazing insight of his life of being Born a Crime in an apartheid South Africa. He begins to tell his story of how his mother threw him off a moving car when he was nine years old. Before we could gasp at a nine year old being thrown out of the car, he gets up dusts himself and runs with us in a tow, like he does it all the time.
The best thing about this is, it doesn’t feel for a reader that he is reading someone’s story. It is like, we go meet Trevor in a coffee shop and he tells us his story: the good, the bad, the worst and the best, in a way that one doesn’t get bored.
His way of telling his story and the way he makes us fall in love with his mother is extraordinary. He told the story in a way that he made us laugh when he told about his tough times like being lost in a place where he couldn’t belong and he made us sad for a simple thing as to being privileged owning a CD player, he also made us excited when he was running for his life and made us scared when almost got caught for shoplifting. He has the art of telling his story that keeps us turning the pages one after the other and left eager for more.
“My Mom did what school didn’t,
She taught me to think”
It’s a simple sentence, he told and proved over and over in his life story, that teaching a child to think is the best thing a mother can do. This is one of the many reasons, we were able to fall in Love with Patricia Noah.
A classic memoir will inspire you or give you an insight on a deeper level. Then again, it depends on who’s story it is and how they are saying it. In this case, when Trevor Noah told his story, he not only inspired, but he made us laugh, think, run, jump, dance for tunes from his Winamp and gave us a whole new meaning to “Go Hitler”.