perfection drama..

Just yesterday, after ages got a chance to interact a very old friend of mine and by old I mean chuddy-buddy types. And thank goodness he hasn’t changed over-much, except for the price range of his gadgets… Well one remark and he was spinning, like always, yarns after yarns of anecdotes. And then came the usual prophecy ending the day, “yaar bas ek yeh cheez aur mil, toh life set… sab perfect ho jayega… fir bas sab jannat hi jannat…” And… yeah you guessed it right, my mind went on its ticking spree… Is perfection really that one stage where everything is just right and you can’t be anything but happy n content??? Is perfection really that point where nothing but only contentment can exist??? Isn’t this the ultimate end??? Perfection…

Perfection… All through our lives consciously-unconsciously we crave nothing more than we do perfection. In almost every aspect of our lives we search for it… our very own perfect job, a perfect home, a perfect life-partner. But in this endless quest we simply fail to realize that perfection is the end... There isn’t anything beyond it; after all we can’t perfect ‘perfection.’ We can marvel n sigh for a while over the mountainous fact that we found it, our perfection… But what then, no matter what it’s a dead end where we can’t grow, imagine, create anything, anymore, anyhow. Perfection in its own peculiar way suck out the very magic from life, for no longer we are left with choices, chances, dares… After all where can we actually go from the destination, we have reached n now have no right to walk anymore. We are finished, we have done it, we are simply at it... Agreed that we all need to reach our destinations, but what if we still have the zeal to go on n just no path ahead to take the steps we are itching to take. It will be a very painful death… one of frustration n helplessness… And seriously it’s none’s dream, hope, wish and bet never will be…

You know we may carve this very perfection for its very perfection till the very end of our lives, but this can never beat imperfection and it’s lure… no matter what… for though ‘imperfect’ life n its being may not be as good as their perfect counterparts, still they will always end up a notch higher for they have something very vital in their core, something jus theirs… Scope… Scope, to make, to break, to see, to be…

-neh…