Creating Oblivion

We all seek to be part of something great. Something extra-ordinary, something that makes us engraved in history. The people who deny this are either completely unambitious or lying. I recently came across something that made me question this almost painful yearning of mine to become out of ordinary; to become great?

 It was a rather ridiculous scribbling of one’s name at the back of a great tree. Is what we all crave to do this? Do we all want just a small relic of ourselves that mars and shields the true beauty of something greater than us? Are we so recklessly determined to not fade into oblivion that we don’t mind tainting the beauty of something truly wonderful. In fact the first thing that striked to me when I saw the tree was a thought of millions of insignificant squiggles all crying for attention in unison.

 It is not pleasant, it is just cacophony. Do we really want to be like this? I know that it is difficult but we all must resist this desire to be significant and instead do are part, follow our heart and just live because to try and emerge from oblivion we are creating a new oblivion. 

The Rainbow After the Flood

The grumbling clouds had never bothered Anamika as much as they seemed to bother everyone around her; the reason being that she herself enjoyed grumbling very much. Even the beaming morning sun hadn’t been able to cast away the clouds of gloom in her temperament; yet today seemed like it was going to be different. There was a definite scintillation in the room, of an alacrity that she had never experienced before.  “Gosh! Everything seems too happy.” She dully soliloquized.

She dressed up in a hurry as usual, brushing off the anticipation growing in the pit of her stomach. By the time she stepped out of her shabby apartment and looked at the sky, much to her delight, it had melted into a gray mass of heavily laden clouds. She got into her second-hand car, grumbling about all its faults.  The day seemed to be going smoothly so far.

The cars honked too loudly, there were potholes everywhere and the worst of all- the heavens had burst open pelting a heavy rain onto Earth.

Anamika at this moment happened to be stuck in a horrendous traffic jam, the cars of which had begun to float a few inches above the flooded street.

Strangely, as Anamika peered out of the window, enjoying everyone else’s plight, she noticed something that made her heart skip a beat. It was a brown furry squirrel struggling to remain above the water. A childhood memory flashed before her eyes like lightning. She had loved a limp-dog once upon a time, its name was Bruno and it had died struggling to float in a swimming-pool.

Suddenly, her limbs didn’t seem her own anymore. She watched in astonishment as they autonomously bolted open the car and arduously made their way to the squirrel. She then took hold of it and stroked it reassuringly. She drew it to her herself and the thought of her new shirt didn’t even cross her mind! She ambled back to her car and leaned against it for support.

It was at that very moment that the rain stopped and a rainbow emerged and smiled down upon her. Her soul, heart and mind was filled with an indescribable joy of incredible proportions. She felt her mind unclog as she embraced the squirrel and with it she embraced all that was good.