"Aaj mast din hai bhai.. Aaj hamara time badal gaya hai bhai", said a young Jamaal in Slumdog Millionaire in his childish voice full of hope. Unaware of the tragedy that was to struck him, unaware that on the pretext of making him sing, they wanted to take away his vision by pouring acid in his eyes. I didn't have the heart to see that scene through.. i flinched at the right time just to know that the tragedy had been averted. Anyhow, this isn't about how the tragedy was averted, how his eyes saved, it is about the false hope in his heart, the hope that his and his brother's lives were about to change for the better. But it was not to be.
How many times in our lives we just hope and hope. Our fingers crossed, our mind not ready to even 'imagine' what's unimaginably gruesome, we keep going on. Just when things are about to settle down, a storm comes and sweeps it all away. Like a bird that never tires of making his nest again and again even after seeing it fall off a tree so many times, we also cling on to our beliefs only to see them getting broken. By us and by others at times. What should be the right thing to do? To stop believing or to stop living in reality all together? Stopping to believe would mean giving up happiness and ceasing to live in reality would make us a nobody.
Pessimism is the study of a sad heart, its students are losers, its teachers villains. They should have told us it's out-of-syllabus.
