Life through a Beer Bottle!

No, this is not a story of a drunk, romantically foolish depressed soul. It is not an account of a regale over some futile achievement. It is a realization. It is not intoxication, it is an illusion. It is a dream, not a dead end.

Sitting on my roof top, a green bottle poured golden froth endlessly. At 70F and a casual wave of breeze it was perfect. How better can it get? 7 months in the US of A, at 21 I think I have seen the true colors of life. And surely it’s not a 12 box of Camlin, it’s a box of Crayola with not less than 96.

Dream machines zooming past you and getting lost even before you catch a glimpse. Buildings taller than my dreams. I, just hoping to get to the top of one. People rushing at a pace my thoughts even don’t. I sit here dreaming to be one of them.

But let’s talk; I have come a long way. Long way is not across oceans, it is across opportunity. A long way of learning, a long way of hope, a long way of expectations.

I was, or rather am a boy, lucky in life. With parents considerate I could have asked for, forgiving as forgiveness itself, I have had a childhood I cant complain of.

I sit here trying to figure out my way, to the top, I hope! With so many arrows shot in various directions, I wait. I wait for a counter attack. I wait to know what I have to surmount and who I have to beat. Yes, you have to beat someone; there is always one place at the top.

I have learnt that work and rewards are not proportional, only hoping them to be exponential. But you got to try. An effort they say never goes in vain! Every pain has its gain; or rather every gain has its pain sounds more apt! I am ready to go through it. Not that I have had an experience I can complain of. My life has been a Bed of Roses. It’s just that the gardener forgot to prick the thorns off!

So at 21, I sit here as it gets dark and the starless sky stares down at me. Its eternity only reminds me of my endless dreams. The mottled moon gives me solace that even universal entities are not perfect. Every one has their dark sides. It’s just that I want to be the light across the night so my faults go forgiven.

It’s not the end of my realization but the golden froth has stopped flowing. I see my face in shattered green glass, I smile, a smile of disappointment, but of realization. I am happy.