The story teller

Dreams never end. The path unknown is the path chosen.

I remember the days when my grand dad, grand grand mom or mom used to tell we children stories. The Sindbad ka safar, Adukiyo Dadukiyo, Alibaba chalish chor, Alladin, Miya Fuski, Tenali Raman, Sothi Pothi and a list of short stories. We 7 brothers, who hardly get time to seat together, never blinked eyes when story started. Just like a child curiosity, visulization used to start in our child mind, a little what they said and a little what we wanted to see it.

These stories covered all the colors of life in one way or other. Money, success, thrill, excitements, love, princess, foreign, fun and what not! Each one of us had chosen our own color. The color which we still carry somewhere back in mind just to remind that child alive that character is no other than you.

It is so important to carry a story in our life. Story that has started the hunger. Story which leaves a character you feel just made for you. Just like you. Sooner or later you forget the story told to you and realize you are in the story itself. The characters are so familiar, the bad man is even more uglier, the princess is ten times beautiful. The village men carry lot of respect for you. The dilemma starts then. The mind starts then. From where should you start now? No grand father, grand grand mother or mom is there to run or flip the story. You are there on the lonely ice land which you used to like in the story but today searching for the spot light and a hand to drag you in the boat back.

The secret of the story (life) is there is no Story Teller.

Sindbad is running his boats till the shore alone. Alibaba is opening the door for himself. Alladin has got the gin but then was he less free from panic? See Miya Fuski, he is still taking the life as fun. He knows he has eyes to see life fun.

Be what your character tells you to do. Fight for your princess. You may not have gin to help but you got that will inherited. Story that you thought thrilling and exciting initially, will become a memorable, if you still think it is. If you still walk on your intuitions, the arrows where life drags you, who knows? You may tell it to your child in the days to come.

BE A STORY TELLER.