The Make Up

“… faith is taking the first step, even when you don't see the whole staircase.” —Martin Luther King Jr.

 There were persuasions for quite some time that I should be blogging. I like to write. No doubt. But I love to talk! However, later than sooner, much to people’s ill-fate, I realized their persuasion to blog was a conspired modest approach to escape listening to me altogether. In fact I was hauled up many times for talking to great extents, unmindful whether the person has, at the most, set the direction of his ear towards me, leave alone listening. But then, talking has always been my passion, not conversing! As I encountered a recession in the audience who would cater their coveted gossip-yearning ears to my incessant talking, I’d no choice but resort to writing.

 I did no better in my new endeavor, initially, and the abomination continued crushing my hope and faith – this time for my text being too long! But then I thrust few selected write-ups onto my close acquaintances, who dared not to refuse on my face. Out of those, few managed to complete and more importantly survived reading my text; and to my surprise and liking even relayed positive feedback. In addition, they encouraged staunchly that I write more than often.  I was touched. My faith got redeemed! Nevertheless, albeit earning scarce yet loyal readers, I couldn’t write that often as my life didn’t witness that regularly, stirring, inspiring, and enriching new experiences – ingredients that I considered (still consider) essential to propel me to pen my thoughts in words.

 Unlike then, my life has now entered a momentous change, an enthralling realm (thanks to my parents). I want to believe that my new phase of life will spring experiences prefixed with the adjectives mentioned above, thereby goading me to pen regularly. Although this time I will consciously make efforts to keep the length of the text to one page of a word document, I confess, religiously, that I may encroach upon the space of the header and footer section, at times out of old habit!

 THHHHUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDD…..that was the sound produced as my bag hit the ground once I dropped it on the surface of the earth outside the airport. On this day, as entire India bid farewell to the beloved guest Lord Ganesha, I quietly took off on a plane from IGI airport, New Delhi – 9/11 a significant date to bear in mind – only to make a smooth and monotonous touchdown at the runway of the airport, much unlike the dreaded intentions of the two planes, eleven years ago. After a comfortable nine hours of mid-air soaring, I was finally able to set my feet on the capital land of the Englishmen – London!  Least used organ inside my cranium – brain – was overwhelmed and secreted abundant hormones generating sporadic signals, out of sheer excitement. I reckoned in anticipation – a new beginning beckons my life obsessed with nomadic desires. Some come here to play the gentlemen’s game, some come here inspired to meet Lady Gaga, some come to find their future while some to lose their past, some come to wax, and some to be the wax! But I have come here, because I had to. Destino! Besides, in the least, salubriously, I suppose the excess sebum secreted by my sebaceous glands would be well dealt off by the marginally humid and cold weather conditions here, keeping the irritation level at bay.

 I had only high regards for all dictum on faith, until recently. Now, I possess a stabbed belief system doctored by a thought-provoking maxim that I recently encountered, by Friedrich Nietzsche on faith: not wanting to know what the truth is! After all, blatantly when the entire annual appraisal process, though farce, is made up and legitimately shoved upon the employers, blatantly when hundreds of thousands of tax payer’s money is coughed up by the corrupt politicians and officially made up to seem for the welfare of the society; I leave for you to solemnly speculate and decide as to blatantly why can’t I make up all of the above and walk away freely……

…and now, in the hindsight, when I re-examine the above words of Martin Luther King Jr. in conjunction with the recently encountered maxim on faith, I fervently wonder what would happen to the person who takes the first step, and thereafter, factually there is no staircase at all…