The Space Between...

Atif calls me up 1AM in the night on Saturday night and my first instinct that overcomes me instantly like warm blood is subh kheryat hai…It was a classic case of the sub-conscious coming into its own and spilling over and reaching my ears. He is working in a elite multinational bank, has tremendous energy, a personality to sell and a funny bone up his sleeve. We have many personality traits mutual to either of us and in most cases are desires, even if they border around superficiality are the same.
Our desires like an exploding firecracker have no bearings and sprout in different directions with unmatched mutual exclusiveness. We want to branch out, roam around aimlessly in Gods’ country, have a rolling video camera that captures unadulterated footage of what we see and most importantly how we see it. When we sit together we are ‘fiercely creative’ …our ideas on any topic under the sun flows like viscous fluids taking shapes of any container it might chose to fit in. We have absolute ideas of what we want, why we want it is never important as we have no qualms in admitting we are pure hedonistic creatures, but how badly we want them pegs us down with wordly responsibilities of maturity and act as air drags on our outstretched wings. So what if we want to work for ourselves..we are professionally qualified from the best business schools to do that..we have things going for us as individuals!...but what about leaving cushy corporate jobs…we have to get married..support our families…What if we had something like social security which would have allowed us to truly get degrees in maybe what we liked. I could have done film making professionally , he would have done philosophy ..who knows??...but our education, unfortunately in our setup is marred by a negative stimulant of feeding only. Thus MBA was the hedge against an empty stomach. Somewhere within , in some time in the past the child within was lost…a child that so much in him to take up a vocational skill and excel in it..be it playing the guitar or the makings of a badminton champion..but the canvas within had to be limited with fewer colors to avoid abstraction and bring more clarity to the final product when it came off age. Lets face it our parents the day we were born looked forward to boring the shit out of our relatives with their exuding pride on expressing mairey baitey nai LUMS/IBA sai perhaa hai..multinational mein kaaam kertaaa hai…
The space between what he wants for himself and what he is a widening chasm and the only things that comes within it is our words, handicapped for want of any action from our side.