We never think of doing something or aspiring for something just because we think it is not feasible to accommodate it in our lives in the name of being realistic? We shun the very thought or dismiss it off, even laugh it off as humanly impossible keeping in mind the so-called realistic circumstances of our lives. Hence we extrapolate why waste our time even thinking about it when we have other more seemingly pertinent, moderately achievable, routinely expected and mundanely navigable things to think about. Like for instance, what to make for breakfast the next day, or decide to buy vegetables on the way home, or stitching a button or scheduling a dentist appointment.
In retrospect, undoubtedly all those things are priority in the daily scheme of things and they need to be done, but have we lost our ability to be different even inside our heads? Where is our creative streak? What is wrong in living in a fool’s paradise for a change? Can’t we pride ourselves on being able to have different, zany kinds of wishes that may not necessarily come true but can remain inside us and help us chuckle? Why put restrictions on even our thoughts or wishes? Who knows? Life is unpredictable. It is my belief that when you harbour a wish inside, it is a way of sending the thought into our unconscious and into the Universe and they both conspire to make it come true. I heard this from Shahrukh Khan, in Om Shanti Om and it seems to fit into what I am trying to say.
In my mind I have already visited the Pyramids in Egypt. And some day I might visit the temples in Angkorwat, lie contented in a beach in Bali, go scuba-diving in Maldives, nestle a glass with a tiny umbrella and pina-colada in a hula dress and a garland of frangipanis in Hawaii, go on a cruise, set foot in my birthplace, eat chilled rasagollas straight from a matka, taste the original Belgian chocolate dessert in Belgium or even start a coffee shop. A prince in shining armour may appear on my way home and offer to carry my load of vegetables or cook dinner for me. I may learn to fly a MIG, I may actually wear a cocktail gown and sashay down the red carpet while multiple flashlights go off. My friend may actually meet the man of her dreams, have a half a dozen kids and teach them all about Shakespeare and Frost.
Some may call it day dreaming while I call it being creative. No harm right? Just shows we are human!