A cloud across the sun...

Dear My Blog Reader,

This my first acquaintance with you, or rather it is your first acquaintance with me. So this First Post is about myself. First impression matters a lot, I know, and so I have tried to portray myself in a sublime fashion in front of you( the word 'first' is itself sublime, just like the first kiss...). Happy reading.

And oh! Why did I title this post 'A cloud across the sun...'? Well, I am a cloud across the sun...

'The ripples that the silent wind creates on the surface of a small pool of water are an enigma in themselves. When you look down at your reflection in it, you find it changing with the formation of every crest; being distorted, destroyed and remade. You try to see through yourself, search in the depths of your mind-you ask yourself who you are.’

I am, as one might call, an ordinary and normal boy from a modest family. The definition is almost correct except for the term normal. I hate being branded as a normal person. I have always wanted to be different, to make a difference. I often say, “If I become like everyone else then what difference will remain between them and me!” I request the reader not to take me as an arrogant fool- I am merely expressing my belief.

All around me, I see people going to schools for basic and then higher education, then looking for a rewarding job and settling for life and in the process ending the charm of living. Is it so obligatory that to move forward, you must abandon all happiness behind and march proudly into an insane territory? Is getting a job and getting married the end of everything, is there nothing beyond that? I do not believe so. There is too much of magic in this world yet to be tapped…. To quote Steve Jobs, “Stay Hungry! Stay Foolish!”

Long ago I had read in a poem that when one’s vocation and avocation are same can one be called successful and happy with what he is doing. A wise person once told me: It is important to dream, and never let your dreams die; for if your dream dies, half of yourself is dead. I have a dream or rather dreams, which no doubt everyone has. I want to be remembered by the world for centuries for my writings; not as a second to someone but as myself, as Shubhabrata. This is not my only dream, however. I dream of becoming one of the leading businessmen in world (preferably, the leading). It is my dream to start a help organization that would change the lives of thousands of under privileged. The most important thing is that I understand the difference between dreaming and building castles in air. While dreams are meant to last and transform into reality, the other crumbles even before the foundation is laid.

‘Twilight is like God’s indrawn breath, a pause in the progression of time.’ The sight of the death of the crimson red below the horizon gives me the bliss which I, perhaps, get by reading a story book or after designing a particularly difficult program or after playing a fantastic computer game. I have always found the sky to be more enigmatic than anything, an ever changing beauty …. It is my passion to make shapes out of clouds (which, to my dismay, nobody else can see). It is during the times when I stare aimlessly at the star strewn heavens that I get ideas for my stories.

I am that caterpillar which is patiently waiting inside its pupa for the day when it will metamorphose into a beautiful butterfly and break free from all bondages, singing to the wind, saluting the sun, kissing the flowers…savouring its freedom, its destiny.