The Brilliance Of Super Star

The day the whole world (well, almost) was waiting for had dawned at last. The media had been counting down to that day for quite sometime then. No new president was being sworn in, nope, India had not reached the world cup final, it was simply yet another day when yet another movie would be premiered. Or was it?? If it was, I wouldn’t be taking much pains to blog it, would I? It was something beyond. I wouldn’t be surprised if 15^th of June would be called “Shivaji day” henceforth. Indeed it was. Unlike the many festivals that monotonously keep coming up, this one was celebrated by people belonging to not merely the same caste but a religion. A religion so simple, yet so powerful. A religion of 9 letters – RAJNI KANT – Summa adhirudhu la?? :)

We had managed to get tickets for the first day (thanks to madhu). I had geared up and set everything ready the day before. I was excited beyond explanation. After passing 24 hours (it seemed much longer) with great difficulty, we reached the theatre. It was packed with elders, men, women, boys and girls, who were all kids at that instant. As soon as we reached, we were busy hunting for our seats. The theatre was packed and set ten minutes prior, like a volcano waiting to erupt. As the screen flashed its first sign of lights, it began – a noise I thought – a guy from the posterior end had initiated it – and the others followed suit. The whole theatre vibrated, and as I got goose bumps all over my body, I realized – it was not a mere noise; it was a language. And they conversed throughout.

At some occasions, no one is bothered about acting or story line or direction. The simple presence of that man on screen kept the adrenaline pumping for three whole hours. As the lights on the ceiling flashed, we realized we had to get up. We took our belongings; with no message to take home but yet happiness filled in our hearts. It was over. I realized how I felt then. I’ve felt the same way just once before. That was the first time I ever looked at waves.

Many a times in our life, we feel like a child. And we smile without reason; we feel happy without reason. There can be a myriad such occasions. At all those occasions, our sixth sense goes numb. We behave or react how we feel like. Those occasions would be memorable and their mere remembrance would make us smile. We seem to be pacing fast, to be racing time, but for what?? What are we sacrificing?? It would be nice, if each of us took the time to spread smiles, to make others feel happy, to take our time and love, to forgive without thought. In short, it would be nice, if we stay a child always – or atleast make others feel so in our presence.

Hope the innocence in us never gets extinct.

Cheers,

Hopie.