Birth of an idea

Life is all about dedication and sacrifice. It presents its beauty only to those who are prepared even willing to toil for perfection in whatever they do. This pursuit in itself is endless, because when you reach to a level of expertise, you raise your bar too. Man is a part of nature, rather man is nature. Therefore, man’s capabilities are as endless and boundless as the nature we live in. This is only natural, has always been since time immemorial. To touch your inner-self and find happiness in things you like to do and excruciating pain in things you don’t like is as natural as being able to find only a certain kind of food edible and certain others not.

These ideas along with several other fleeting yet profound ones zipped through my mind and ripped everything apart. And something had changed inside me, never to be un-done. As if something that was burning inside suddenly burst apart and commotion prevailed thereafter for a long while. My mind went through twists and turns, topsy-turvy, where ideas were choc-a-bloc and I was trying to memorize everything.

When, Where and Why did this happen?

While I was edging on my seat inside a packed auditorium where a play known as “Kafka – a chapter” had just begun and someone was yet to make an appearance on stage. All I could feel was an endless musical piece, which started slowly and penetrated into my heart so deeply that it will reside there for the rest of my life. Suddenly, the light on stage began to change, and so sublime was the change that you could barely notice it. But your eyes can’t fool your mind. It was obvious that light had to follow sound, not the other way, since sound reaches mind faster through ears than light through eyes. The stage is half as much lit as you would want it to be and suddenly an image flashes on the screen at the rear most end of the stage, momentarily disorienting you. But you regain fast, it’s just a film. The film runs for about 60 seconds, each second taking an hour. You can’t blink your eyes. A door opens within the space of the film-narrative going on the screen. Lights on, the first character yanks himself on to the stage out of thin air and starts yelling for Kafka. Where did the screen go? No where. And this was the moment when all those thoughts ripped apart my mind, thoroughly and completely.