24th June 2008
I stand in the line, this is painful! The foot path is all uneven, the heat is unbearable, sweat everywhere! I see a line of brilliant heads waiting to get their identity stamped and what they think is their fundamental right, to fly away to another country. I saw the other people walking on the road, a part of me smiled at them, mocked at them. Little did I realize, the inner me was mocking at myself.
“Raj!” Someone called out my name!
Ah, yes, that’s me. I responded.
“This way, please”, the guy led me to another building and made me stand in a new line.
I saw a nice charming lady behind the window and I was getting all prepped up to answer her questions.
“Tell me about yourself”…”What is your plan?”… “Why this university?”… “How would you be supporting yourself?”…
I was nervous, mumbled my responses, repeated them a few times. I sighed, the questioning was all done. I was praying to all my favorite gods so that I get to hear what I wanted.
And then the magic words sounded sweet in my ears, “Congrats. Your visa is approved!”.
I suddenly could feel the hot Florida breeze, the naughty smile from a few babes in bikini, me in shorts playing football on the beach. I smiled, got my head back to reality, took my time and replied, “I don’t want to go!”
Few heads turned, the woman was surprised, gave my passport back. One word summed up what everyone felt about me at that point of time, “Stupidity”.
Stupidity, how strange a word sounds, when you repeat it in your head. How I wish I could have been that stupid. Can I go back in time and be stupid for that one hour? If only I had a time machine…
Vijay
January 20, 2011
Nice one bro. Sums up your feelings i guess
ulag
February 10, 2011
Of all the forms of wisdom, hindsight is by general consent the least merciful, the most unforgiving.
JOHN FLETCHER, intro, Jean-Claude Favez’s Holocaust
Supreeth Rajan
February 11, 2011
@ Ulag – Agreed. But its a fiction !