A Bag Of A Thousand Wishes

A Bag Of A Thousand Wishes

She looked spectacular in all the trinkets and gold  jewelry. I’ve always been  a proponent of simplicity in all forms, but the spectacle before me made me revise my principles. Here was beauty in its purest form screaming at the silence between us that spoke of affinities responsible for making a lifelong companionship pleasing.

The spectacle before me diminished me, it cut me down in years. I felt like a young boy hardly older than what I was when I stood by Baab-e-Syed in Aligarh dreaming of grades and scholarship. The spectacular structure made me wish for another life which I would have spent in enjoying all the fun I missed while here. They were certainly some of the best days of my life.

The ardour and passion of youth had certainly died down in me. The attractions of yesteryears had lost their luster a long time back. They did appear glamorous at a certain point of time in my youth, but considering the fact that my youth is now long gone and forgotten, their attraction is also gone.

It makes me feel quite bad when I think of the immense time I wasted in studying. They were some of the most precious days of my life, but I simply wasted them in studying. It has brought me to no end. I would still have been unemployed had I not wasted my time in academic pursuits. Studying has brought me to no end. Infact, I lost my first job because of my strong academic credentials.  I wish I had enjoyed life as my peers did.

I did wonder if the spectacle before me was also going to lose its glamour and luster when the trinkets and jewelry are taken off. The transition from glamorous to ordinary doesn’t occur in a few hours, I know, the years to come are sure to do the trick.

The days in Aligarh were certainly some of the best days of my life, but I wish I had not      wasted them in academic pursuits. Youth is meant to be enjoyed, and not to be wasted in studying. The vigour and energy of youth should be set in the proper direction and shouldn’t be wasted in studying. I think very bad about it when I think of the colossal amount of time I wasted in studying. I shouldn’t have done it.

Youth is akin to the trinkets and jewelry on her. It was what made my life beautiful and with the youth gone, I have lost the glitter and luster. On the other hand, very little has been in my power. I remind myself I have several physical handicaps that render me unable to do many things my peers did in their youth. These handicaps refuse to be a part of my life. Their adamant nature has made life very difficult for me. My life is a set of intricate problems that cannot be solved in any case.

I only hope the lady before me accepts the problems I have as a part of our lives. I don’t expect any miracles from life particularly at this stage. I’m aware that I wasted quite a bit of my time, and time will extract its share of penalty from my life. It has already extracted quite a bit, I only hope the extraction machines are switched off at the earliest, and life turns out to be a bit smoother.