Beyond Imagination
Any person with all the senses working
properly, we call him a normal person, but as things appear that do not
necessarily mean that they are actually the same way. A person who may have one
sense lesser than those whom we call normal may possess a greater vision. His
other senses would be much more developed which make him like a person living
in some other world where he enjoys all the respect and love as a reward of his
association with that world.
A world which is out of this idealistic
world, where what is perceived as it is seen does not end up the story but
behind the curtains there lie wonders which the normal eye does not see. This I
realized when I happened to meet a person who by birth was having only four
senses. He was a blind man walking in the crowded area of lal-chowk city;
besides being blind he would walk as if he was normal.
He had a stick in his hand, knowing
his destination and remembering the ways were he was walking. When I passed by
I heard someone talking about him and he said that he was a blind man but still
did not accept any ones help. I followed him and it seemed as if he was talking
to winds, which would guide him to his ways. He would come to know of any
obstacle from a distance I was surprised after observing all his activities and
his bravery and self-confidence.
I was overwhelmed with all this and
could not stop thinking about him and I tried to realize my own self at his
place. I found his world different and we being aliens to their world. The
world which is somewhere beyond the imagination of a common man where the dawn
sprouts with the rays of light but these rays have no colour, it awakes the
people of that world who too have hopes and aspirations, who want to contribute
to their world what ever they can and they struggle and strive for that.
This seems to be some other planet
where people can talk to air and ask it to guide them, where the smell of
flowers led them to their destination, where the movement of the air when
touches the leaves of trees makes a beautiful sound. The sound which makes them
dance. They enjoy each rain drop which falls on their body and feel the
structure and manifestation of the rain drops.
This seems to be the world of fantasy
and it is impossible to believe that it exists, but the fact is that these are
the people from some other world who have come into our world and who have special
capabilities. We need to give them space and acknowledge their presence among
us and try to be the part of their world and encourage them to be part of our
world, then and only then we can prosper and call ourselves civilized.
We
have sympathy for them but we are not ready to share our space with them, they
are not aliens nor are we for them, we are the parts of the same social
structure. We are of the same origin but the thing is that we have lost our
vision of thinking and looking at things, we only believe what we see, but there
are lots of things which are beyond our senses and we have to come out of these
curtains so that we can see, realize and feel those things.
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