Monday, February 21, 2011

Something called ‘Purpose’

There is purpose. I feel it right this moment. Very powerful and overflowing the limited realms of my human existence. It is bigger than anything and can hold my entire life in its fist and shake it till all complacency is killed.

It will not let me rest, no matter how much I coax my thoughts to abandon me. It stalks me and though it threatens my comfort bubble, it also brings in its fold a thrill. The thrill of achievement. And honour, not from others, but from myself. The thrill of walking away from the trophy knowing that having earned it is enough.

There is no tangible reward following the purpose. But then, the best rewards are cannot be seen, held or spent.

This purpose will drive me nuts if I don’t grab it and leap off the cliff. Now.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Teacher

PB is gone. The first of my teachers to go.
Even though it's been some years since I met her last, there is still a void, a lump in the throat. A pool of regrets - why didn't I keep in touch more? why didn't I direct plays with her like she wanted me to? Why?
She was an outstanding person - free, honest, outspoken and compassionate. Waiting for Godot would not have been the same without her, the way she made us read out all the plays in class, with assigned characters. Life was a drama, and she was always the director.
But now that she's gone, the show must go on. She would've wanted it to.
And I hope, I never let the curtain fall on her stage.