An unforgettable hand-shake of my life

“God lives in every child’s hearts”, I believe this theory has stopped working for 20^th century kids. In this century, God has been totally swapped by Super heroes. Kids may don’t know anything about Hanu-man (Lord Hanuman) but they know all the history of Super-Man, Spider-Man, Bat-Man etc. Now day’s every kid want to become like his favorite super hero, trying to copy his actions, want to tie a towel in their neck and willing to fly, wish to be bitten by a spider and sometimes want to kill all the bad elements of this world, with his toy gun. I was also an active member of this crazy group, with one difference; their super heroes were unreal novel characters whereas mine was a real human being, 6 feet 2 inch tall, angry young man of bollywood, superstar Amitabh Bachchan.

Just like millions of other I am also fan of Mr. Bachchan but I never count myself in his great fans list because when I see people, who have collected thousand of his posters or his all movie CD’s or who are ready to die for him, I feel, it’s not possible for me to be part of any of these count or you can say I am not interested. But there is one thing which is also true, that is, he is always my inspiration, my role model.

I really don’t understand how it got start into me. May be it’s because my parents used to watch Mr. Bachchan’s movies just before my birth or maybe it’s because “Mr. Natwarlal” and me both released in the same year or maybe it’s because the hand-shake with Mr. Bachchan, which has shaken my life forever.

 I think, I was 4-5 yr old when I saw this legend from 2-3 feet distance. White kurta-Pajama, lots of garland made by Marigold flowers and one burned palm, I think left-one. My father told me that it happened during the shooting of Coolie movie and in between the conversation he shared that Mr. Bachchan is also left-hander like me. Really I can’t explain how much proud I felt that time, yes! I have a quality like my superhero. And it’s not only that crazy kid but this young man too; still feel proud for the same.

Back to that unforgettable hand-shake, for which I will never be 100% sure. Truly speaking, I really don’t know, in case he really touched my hand or not, but my parents always says this and moreover I always want to believe this as, the most unforgettable hand-shake of my life.

     Whatever may be a reason, but my fondness towards him was never hidden to my family members. Since childhood I loved to watch his movies and he was the only actor to whom I could recognize. But along with my liking for his good movies there was one more thing, that is, I used to appreciate his bad movies also and keep fighting with everyone for proving myself correct or you can say, for proving my super-hero correct. I don’t know whether it was because of my craziness towards him or it was because purity of a child’s heart that didn’t knew the difference between good and bad.

Time fluttered and like many of Mr. bachchan’s movies, where, in a fraction of time, a small kid becomes “Sikandar” or “Vijay Dina-Nath Chauhan”, a half-pant converts into belwatam and a slipper converts into long boot, I have entered in my 30’s, where all local brands have transformed into international brands, syllabus books have been defeated by face-book and girl-friend has been replaced by wife. Sometimes I really got confused that, which one is faster, speed of light or speed of life.

Now I am sensible viewer of Mr. Bachchan’s movies, that craziness has been lost somewhere in my old half-pant pocket. Now I know the difference between good and bad movies and I also criticize his movies sometimes. I believe, now I am sensible viewer of his movies. I think I am enough mature now. But I don’t know why, sometimes I still miss my child-hood, where all of his movies were good to me always.

Today Mr. Bachchan got his third National Award as best actor for movie “Paa”. In this movie he has played a 13-year kid role, which was affected by Progeria diseases. Really incredible job by a 68 yr old man. I wish, if sometime I could also go back to my child-hood again.

I wish, if sometime I could touch his hands again ….

Judgment Day

Its 11:00 AM of 30^th September 2010, we all are in rush to finish our today’s assignments as soon as possible. Usually in normal working days, this is the time when we start our office work, after finishing a cup of coffee, checking personal mails and updating status on face book. But it’s not an ordinary day, its Judgment day for Lord Ram. And, as per the mail from our HR department, we are supposed to leave office by 01:00 PM. This is a precautionary step which government has taken to maintain Law and order situation under control.

          I believe this will be the most exceptional day of my life when I am going to see some human, who will take decision for God. They are going to tell us about the correct birth place of lord Ram(God of Hindu’s) or maybe they will tell us the correct way to find Allah (God of Muslim’s). I believe this will be a big slap to NASA scientists who are happy, just by telling us correct weather report or correct location of a planet. 

         Since childhood I had a misconception that, God decides our lives, even my parents were also immature who asked me to do worship of God. I remember when I was small kid, my mother used to tell me that we should always be thankful to God, for each and every thing of our life. Today I am depressed because I can see my mother, first teacher of my life, was wrong. Now I understand how she has misguided me all the times. My heartily thanks to all of them, who helped me in opening of my eyes and made me enough mature so that I can judge my mother, who was wrong at many places. I clearly remember once she had said that All God is same.

     Oh mother! Why you did this to me?? You are the most trusted teacher of my life and I had never expected this from you. I am not sure; it’s because your lack of knowledge or you really didn’t want to teach me correctly. But it’s because of you, I am not able to differentiate between my God and their God till now.  I can see how easy, it is for my friends or even some kids who are 10-12 yr younger to me. They all know their God very well, they also have their God’s picture in their hands but you haven’t shared a single with me. They are ready to kill others, just for showing their love to God but for me all seems to be same, don’t know for whom I can fight, to show my passion and my love. It’s you mother, who made me to live like an orphan.

      I also remember once you said, if I will help poor people, God will be very happy and will always be there to help me. Truly mother, I just followed the same as you said but today when I lost my direction, I am not getting any help from God. And now I am realizing that, this was one more false theory which you taught me. Actually, the God to whom you had explained doesn’t exist in reality. Your intensions are very clear to me now. You always wanted to let me down, wanted to make me looser.

                                But mother, there is one thing which I want to tell you that, I’m not going to let you win so easily and that too when I got lots of good teacher who know all things correctly, even some of them are so qualified that they know the birth place of one of your God,”Lord Ram” and I am sure they must be knowing much more. And do you know the best part; they are ready to train me but with condition; they are asking me to break off with you forever. Really mother, once it was really impossible for me to leave you for a single moment but now things are different. I am enough mature to differentiate between good and bad and that’s why I am separating myself with you. I am not here to become a looser and one day I will prove this to you. One day I will come out from you black magic region in which I lived till today.
And one day I will also give judgment for your God.