Destiny

We are all but a bunch of individual stars in the world. Dazzling, cerebral and lyrical, almost like god. And yet all those twinkling things are demonic. They want us to be part of their enchanted magic circle, imprison there, till we rise. Their magic wands strike our heads again and again till we succumb and fall. I don’t want my nights to be spent with them.

They are said to be strong and profound. They are steeped with tales of folklore and myths. You see the Regulus-like star, the hand of Kalpurush and yet again some vague and mysterious constellation. They know how to craft tales of heartbreak and despair that the entire human clan suffer from. They even know whom to bestow their kind glance and whom to ruin. We are puppets in their hands and the world calls them ‘destiny’.

I would admit I have dabbled in their secret mystery and I know a thing or two about them. I know their secret ways to control lives of people and their skills at creating illusions. I can see destiny on the faces of those hopeless souls and those hapless wanderers. Yet I don’t want to buy their projected reality. I want to soar higher and higher into that speck of ideal reality crafted by me, and me alone. 

They have won the hearts of many a man. They are worshiped by many. They have managed to win over that aspect of human mind called ‘hope’.

In the meantime, the world has been shaken by nuclear war and cross-border terrorism. Yet they know they have that abstract appeal. Their stories have regaled human folks for ages and they would continue to be the same. In their reality, they handle the world like a pack of cards, which rises and collapses at their will. Hence, the process of creation and destruction continues.

Their stories are much told. Yet I am still not charmed by their enigmatic power. I won’t buy their stories. I will write my own story.

Meghna Maiti