“What does your heart want?”
“My Heart…?!”
“Why do you seem so surprised at the question?”
“Oh! its a question no one has ever asked before.”
“But you have. Haven’t you?”
“Yes, I have indeed… many times.”
“So do you have the answer?”
“I think I have.”
“Are you not sure whether you have or not?”
“Why are you firing me with so many questions today.”
“I am just trying to figure you out.”
“Is it necessary?”
“Yes, I want to make you happy. And at times you confuse me that whether what I am doing is right or not. Would you help me here?”
“Heart is a very capricious being my dear. What it wants and what it doesn’t changes every minute and every second. It’s almost become like that spoilt child, who inspite of being refused a million times, comes up with a new desire everytime. It doesn’t even cares whether the previous wish is fulfilled or not. Just goes on and on with the list of what it wants.”
“Hmmm… what does it wants right now?”
“Oh right now… ha ha… right now it fancies to be in a place where there is tranquility and silence. The mind has almost resigned handing this job to the heart. Very clever, I must say.”
“But I don’t see much chaos around here. Its pretty silent”
“Chaos is inside me. I agree there is silence around, but the tranquility is missing. There is a need for that. Where words and thoughts don’t crowd my head. Where no eyes look at me with a look that I have left something undone that needs to be finished. Where I can just listen to the breeze and nothing that blocks my sight, no concrete. Just a vast expanse of open tranquility and nothing else. There is a need to run away to some place like this.”
“Why run away! Let me take you there.”
“The running away is just a metaphor my dear. It means for sometime I just want to become invisible. Ha ha ha… look at that now. Invisible, its impossible, the heart knows that and yet it desires it.”
“It is not exactly impossible. All you want is to people to not notice you.”
“Oh no no… it craves the attention. Very much of it. Strange as it may sound but it does. But the finicky that it is, it wants it from few selected people and and in a very selective fashion. Nothing else would do. It does not care about the people who are giving it that attention. Because those are not the people from whom it wants that.”
“Funny ain’t it ? How it is running behind people who are not interested and ignoring those who are.”
“Well… you yourself said that, heart is a capricious little spoilt brat”
“Is that with everyone?”
“I think it is, no one is much different. It is like this with most of the normal human beings. Only the ones with the most exalted minds and knowledge are able to tame it, rest are being enslaved by their hearts like this. Some may, though claim that they are in control, but more often than not, you would find them running hither tither for being rescued from the infliction that this spoiled brat causes on them.”
(Smiles) “People are running around in circles, just like the vicious circle of life.”
“Yeah, you can call it that.”
“At times I wonder, is there anyone out there, trying, making efforts to make me happy, the way I am trying to make people happy. Somebody actually specifically striving to do that ? Someone actually trying to find out what I like or what I want to do?”
“There are, my dear. You yourself said that we tend to ignore the people who are trying to gain our attention. Those are the people. Then you have your Ma and Papa. They are doing their possible best to do everything possible that will make you happy.”
“I don’t deny that. They are the foremost in my life. I am living just for them.”
“You know at times, I wish, that someone writes for me. Some story, some words… something… even small but just filled with love and care.”
“Hmmm… You can do it for yourself.”
“You know it won’t be the same.”
“Yes… but you should realise that not everyone can do that. Each has their own ways.”
“Its just a desire dear… I do not say that someone has to do it.”
“Aah… ok… Another innocent whim of that spoiled capricious brat”
(Laughs) “Yeah!”
“Its good to see you laugh.”
“All credit to you.”
“Is it… what did I do?”
“Thank you for talking to me. I feel much better now”
“You should thank yourself, I am nothing but your mere reflection. I am You. The same spoiled capricious heart of yours.”
“My Heart…?!”
“Why do you seem so surprised at the question?”
“Oh! its a question no one has ever asked before.”
“But you have. Haven’t you?”
“Yes, I have indeed… many times.”
“So do you have the answer?”
“I think I have.”
“Are you not sure whether you have or not?”
“Why are you firing me with so many questions today.”
“I am just trying to figure you out.”
“Is it necessary?”
“Yes, I want to make you happy. And at times you confuse me that whether what I am doing is right or not. Would you help me here?”
“Heart is a very capricious being my dear. What it wants and what it doesn’t changes every minute and every second. It’s almost become like that spoilt child, who inspite of being refused a million times, comes up with a new desire everytime. It doesn’t even cares whether the previous wish is fulfilled or not. Just goes on and on with the list of what it wants.”
“Hmmm… what does it wants right now?”
“Oh right now… ha ha… right now it fancies to be in a place where there is tranquility and silence. The mind has almost resigned handing this job to the heart. Very clever, I must say.”
“But I don’t see much chaos around here. Its pretty silent”
“Chaos is inside me. I agree there is silence around, but the tranquility is missing. There is a need for that. Where words and thoughts don’t crowd my head. Where no eyes look at me with a look that I have left something undone that needs to be finished. Where I can just listen to the breeze and nothing that blocks my sight, no concrete. Just a vast expanse of open tranquility and nothing else. There is a need to run away to some place like this.”
“Why run away! Let me take you there.”
“The running away is just a metaphor my dear. It means for sometime I just want to become invisible. Ha ha ha… look at that now. Invisible, its impossible, the heart knows that and yet it desires it.”
“It is not exactly impossible. All you want is to people to not notice you.”
“Oh no no… it craves the attention. Very much of it. Strange as it may sound but it does. But the finicky that it is, it wants it from few selected people and and in a very selective fashion. Nothing else would do. It does not care about the people who are giving it that attention. Because those are not the people from whom it wants that.”
“Funny ain’t it ? How it is running behind people who are not interested and ignoring those who are.”
“Well… you yourself said that, heart is a capricious little spoilt brat”
“Is that with everyone?”
“I think it is, no one is much different. It is like this with most of the normal human beings. Only the ones with the most exalted minds and knowledge are able to tame it, rest are being enslaved by their hearts like this. Some may, though claim that they are in control, but more often than not, you would find them running hither tither for being rescued from the infliction that this spoiled brat causes on them.”
(Smiles) “People are running around in circles, just like the vicious circle of life.”
“Yeah, you can call it that.”
“At times I wonder, is there anyone out there, trying, making efforts to make me happy, the way I am trying to make people happy. Somebody actually specifically striving to do that ? Someone actually trying to find out what I like or what I want to do?”
“There are, my dear. You yourself said that we tend to ignore the people who are trying to gain our attention. Those are the people. Then you have your Ma and Papa. They are doing their possible best to do everything possible that will make you happy.”
“I don’t deny that. They are the foremost in my life. I am living just for them.”
“You know at times, I wish, that someone writes for me. Some story, some words… something… even small but just filled with love and care.”
“Hmmm… You can do it for yourself.”
“You know it won’t be the same.”
“Yes… but you should realise that not everyone can do that. Each has their own ways.”
“Its just a desire dear… I do not say that someone has to do it.”
“Aah… ok… Another innocent whim of that spoiled capricious brat”
(Laughs) “Yeah!”
“Its good to see you laugh.”
“All credit to you.”
“Is it… what did I do?”
“Thank you for talking to me. I feel much better now”
“You should thank yourself, I am nothing but your mere reflection. I am You. The same spoiled capricious heart of yours.”
Isle Jazz 