Imagine I Must!

I love to day-dream. I just love to imagine, reverie and sketch fiction.

For me, Clouds were always the “Kingdom of Ice” at war with the blazing “Empire of Fire”, the sun. A mountain was where “God lived” and a waterfall was His drink.

Imagination is such a powerful tool. It draws clarity from the bizarre. It gives you the power of infinity. It helps you to draw a rainbow out of one single color.

And now I realize that why I don’t attract people to me. It’s obvious! I’m horribly boring and illusory. I’m sure I am not far away for being dubbed as the lunatic-who-no-one knows.

Most of the times, it will not agitate me. I concur to that. I choose to be that way.

But now reality has sunk in. Somehow happiness is what I cannot imagine.

I’m giving in to lure and dependency. I feel desperate. I feel not me.

I need to imagine again, I need to re-invent my thoughts.

I still need to imagine mountains where “God lives”, not where she is flogged and he is slaughtered.

The Tramp

Charlie Chaplin would arguably be one of the finest actors that Hollywood is yet to produce.
His depiction of the Tramp is a work of a genius. He managed to make people laugh at themselves; he depicted us and made us realize how stupid the human race is. He danced, he tripped, he laughed, he cried, all his acts patronized us and made us laugh with all his tragedies. Life is such a contradiction. Your misery is my happiness; my struggle is your ease.
So Charles Chaplin did what are leaders are doing today. They make me laugh. They make me realize how stupid I am and how tragic they are.
Who said that you can’t laugh away at your wretchedness?
Enter: the Tramp.