Lost and found ..

This tale, just like a lot other tales, tells a story of a person who often resembles to someone we barely take note of unless of course he does something silly leading to a roll of laughter for the people around him. As always being the main character of our story he must either be incredibly insane or intensely intelligent unless he is a she in which case she can be surprisingly stupid. Perhaps it’s better to leave this matter unresolved here. As the story goes on, we all will get to spend our share of judgement on deciding his true nature.

So the camera starts rolling and our performer of the day sets out on his daily course of action. He is a joker. Not that kind of who has gained a lot of popularity in recent times by saying “Why so serious?”!! The world wasn’t so serious back then. Besides he is a mere on stage actor who gets his daily living by making people laugh at his acts. I don’t know how he got into this profession. Perhaps when he noticed the only way he gets noticed is by making people laugh at his own folly, only time he doesn’t become so boring. But here he is quite a popular. Though his pocket is still half-empty, his manager is digging a hell lotta coins. We don’t get to know him much apart from the time he makes a show out of himself. Hardly being intimate with anybody, he spends the rest of his day all by himself. Except for the occasions when he is called for. What he thinks or how he feels is never thought of. Rather the truth is he is far too aloof to express any human readable emotions. And if he tries to be any different, well he can’t!

It would be wrong if I don’t mention that one day when he just like any of us felt that mysterious something in his heart. But he is a nice guy. And as always that has been his problem. He never stops smiling for that we know. It’s hard to tell a difference otherwise. But that night when he was asleep, he left a small window open to his mind. I couldn’t resist but to peek. I was wondering how he forgot. Then I realized how many times I forget the same thing! An honest but dreadful mistake to make. And since it’s made, you have to deal with the consequences.

It was the last time I saw him sleeping. Didn’t know that when I was peeking. If anything, it was all dark. I guess I saw how he wants to be those other handsome actors who flirt with the women, make them laugh and thereby win thy heart. How his heart dawns upon beautiful dreams that he is afraid of dreaming. How hope is still lingering in his deepest darkest corner. I don’t know if he has seen “The Shawshank Redemption” where they say hope is a dangerous thing that can drive a man over the edge of sanity. But as it turns out, “Hope is a good thing. May be the best of things. And no good thing ever dies.”

I can’t tell you what happened after that night when he woke up. For he went missing. Some say, he went to find his redemption. I say he already found his. And if he is out there somewhere reading his story being told, I bet he is not afraid of being himself anymore. For all that worth, your soul is your own. And the awakening is destined to happen. Soon.