There
was once a little bird who was always away from the flock. He was free, no
chains, no bonding. No one cared where the little bird flew as the rest were
busy in their flocks. The bird also didn't care, as he had no ties, he only had
his goal...the sky. He thanked God for the courage and strength He bestowed on
him to take on his goals.
One
day as the bird was flying, he thought, what it would feel like to be chained.
May be God was listening, he got his wish. Now the flocks gave attention to the
bird... they chained him. They bound him in their cage. Yes, the bird enjoyed
it, every bit of it… the warmth… the care. But then he could see the politics
associated with ground. Chaos like: ‘This is mine… that is yours’, ‘I am right…
you are wrong’ became the part of life. Trust, faith, betrayal… everything got
so much intermixed. And the poor bird had no experience with all this rubble. It
was as if he was sagging into the swamp.
He
then also thanked God for the wonderful experience He gave him. He was may be
getting used to the turmoil…or getting lost in it, when someone shouted from
back, “Yeah, what happened man? You were supposed to cross the borders; sky was
the only limit… WHAT HAPPENED?”
The
bird suddenly came to senses…as being woken from a dream. He just smiled and
passed on. But he stood still… he thought, where do I belong: to the ground
with all its turmoil (where everyone else is)… or to the sky with the clear
goal (and no turmoil).Everything was perfect. He knew that ground will have the
shelter & traps, not meant for free souls… but still he went there just to
experience this side too. But now he is lost thinking to which side does he actually
belong.
One
fine day the flock was merry making over the rubble and the bird took a few
steps forward and caught the glimpse of the clear blue sky. He was stuck…stuck
between two scenarios. Neither was correct nor wrong. To add to the situation
there were tunes of ‘jeena isika naam
hai’ flowing in the air.
His fear
was:
लोग
रंग
बदलते
है
ज़िन्दगी
भी
रंग
बदलती
है
इन
बदलते
रंगों
मे
कही
मेरा
रंग
भी
ना
बदल
जाए
- Anonymous
He
had no choice except to ask for guidance from his all time companion. He found
may be this time He wanted His child to conquer both sky and ground.
And
as the bird analyzed, he realized that he had enough of the ground. Now he had
to fulfill his life’s mission, the goal he has set. Otherwise he’ll also be
like a robot, keyed to do the work, with no zeal… no passion.
No
….
He
just chose his world, where there is a clear sky to rule on… and then what about
the ground??? Well all these days he had made a place in ground too, which will
always be there for him with its arms open to embrace him in the toughest of times.
Thanks
to Him, who trusted him and gave the strength to conquer both the places.
