THE SHOW MUST GO ON

THE SHOW MUST GO ON

The premeditated plot of the theatre captures our fancy for the sole merit of surprise. The element of surprise in the plot is the soul of the drama. The element of surprise in the drama of life perplexes even the protagonists. The surprise is brought about by the ruthless flow of time. Time continues its adamant march towards a future not known even to the protagonists. My future remains a mystery to me. The passage of time threatens to destroy the beautiful mosaic before me. Time shall continue its obstinate march, the beautiful image before me would shatter. The beautiful music in my ears shall ultimately die out; the last strains shall ultimately fade into the eternity. I find myself desperately looking for a silver lining in the clouds.

The clouds dominate the horizon. I find in myself the pitiful picture of a man standing in the very focus of sorrow. I'm aware that the transformation of my beautiful dream into a nightmare shall take no time. The change would be so subtle that I would not realise that things have changed for us. My beautiful dream shall ultimately fade into the dim mists of antiquity.

The mist of antiquity shall remind me that this was a dream that never had a concrete existence. My beautiful dream can never be shattered because it never was. The situations that gave rise to the beautiful dream shall change with time. Time shall continue marching ahead, and things shall change. The warm weather shall give way to the hot weather. This would be followed by a very humid one. The cold weather would complete the cycle----the cycle commonly known as life.

Life is such a beautiful kaleidoscope of events and yet the assortment of images that is presents before us seldom catches our fancy. The beauty of life is lost in the awe and amazement that the turn of events present themselves in. I hope that the ensuing state of affairs shall alternate with good weather.

The weather is getting warm as the summer sets in. The warm weather is welcomed after the cold weather that was the order of the day for the past several months. This is a reminder that things shall not always remain gloomy in my life. Mirth shall alternate with grief. There is always the assurance that Allah still runs the show in the world, He still holds the threads guiding us.