You walk out of that matinee show, filled with wonderment at the movie you just saw. It was a happy ending of course, with the hero saving everyone's life. He fought the villains, jumped over buildings and gave the actress a ride in the air. He is 'the' hero.
But then what is the common man who religiously goes through life in a series of set motions - day in day out, without ever giving up? He is that lucky person who got to go to school, got to see the world through books, who got to dream, but his wings were soon cut down. He passed out of school and realized - dreams require more than just dreaming. But yes, he wouldn't lose hope. The world was his stage and he was yet to explore its corners. So what if there were family constraints? Who cares if the finances are not good? Everything would work out in the end.
But happy endings are rarer than unicorns.As days passed into months and months into years, he couldn't pin point at that single moment when he got sucked into the mundane. It just happened like a slow transitional walk.
He works day in and out, for the moment, sacrificing every dream he had - not giving up on them, but putting them on hold. So he can fight the villain - a failing economy, jump over the buildings of trouble and come out flying free with his small, happy world; his family still intact. He is a hero.
But then what is the common man who religiously goes through life in a series of set motions - day in day out, without ever giving up? He is that lucky person who got to go to school, got to see the world through books, who got to dream, but his wings were soon cut down. He passed out of school and realized - dreams require more than just dreaming. But yes, he wouldn't lose hope. The world was his stage and he was yet to explore its corners. So what if there were family constraints? Who cares if the finances are not good? Everything would work out in the end.
But happy endings are rarer than unicorns.As days passed into months and months into years, he couldn't pin point at that single moment when he got sucked into the mundane. It just happened like a slow transitional walk.
He works day in and out, for the moment, sacrificing every dream he had - not giving up on them, but putting them on hold. So he can fight the villain - a failing economy, jump over the buildings of trouble and come out flying free with his small, happy world; his family still intact. He is a hero.
4 opinions:
Totally apt and nicely written.
Aaj bhi hain thaame umeed ki dori,
don't lose hope is the moral of the story. :)
I guess we're all heroes of our own accord. :)
I agree...loved this one!!
Experience is what you get when you don't get what you want
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