Utopia, a short story.
is ironic that a pessimist should talk about Utopia. But, then it may
also be construed that he craves for his Utopia as a solution to his
negativity. You will not hear him talk about dystopia, which is the
opposite of Utopia, because, that is what, he feels his miserable life
is all about, so why try to remember the familiar. As he looks at the
far skies on a particularly clear day, he spies the universe mushrooming above him, stretching far beyond the milky way and wonders-
‘somewhere over there is my Utopia’.
makes him miserable is that one incident in his early lifetime, when he
walked away, from his only love. Ask not, why, how, when? He did and there
is no denying that. Subsequent unbridled ambition led to a life of
plenty as also it’s accompanying stresses that took it’s toll, draining
all his positivity and leaving behind a vast emptiness. He had
everything, but, he did not have peace. He was marred by that one
incident, which had negated his entire life’s achievements. It tore him
apart. He drowned each day in his despair, buoyed only by spirit filled bottles. He contemplated death in a way, that no one can imagine. Even,
trying to find an answer in the Bhagwad Gita, in which, the very first
chapter deals with death. Well, he did learn a lot in the ancient Hindu
scriptures. Still, that could not make his pain go away.
decades passed and chance brought them together via the marvel of
social media. He had imagined her to be an angel who would now help him
get better. She was a master of the mind, he had learned and his angel
concept was now sprouting wings. He asked to be forgiven. She graciously
did. She lamented not finding true love. Neither had he. She had put
the past behind her, although she did remember that it had once, almost destroyed
her. She had worked hard to create an astounding life for
herself, with her positive outlook. She had devoted her life to heal
other less fortunate. Her story was inspirational, despite knowing
that, it was he, who had inflicted the wounds. And, one fine day, he
revealed to her all, about the devils tormenting his soul and she, the
healer, patiently heard his story. He revealed all, because, he thought
she was his angel. An angel, sent to make him right. A, master of the
mind, who would heal him also, just like she healed herself and just like
she healed a thousand others like him. He had, at last, found his soul mate.
And, he felt better.
that is not the end of the story, my friends. This, is not a fairy tale
where they lived happily, ever after. Even God’s book, the Bhagwad Gita
was written in the midst of treacherous times. An angel is an enticing
concept. A straw that a distressed person can grasp. But, the straw
breaks. The angel is no more. She changes colors. She turns around and
says, abruptly, “You! I will not help. There is nothing in this world,
which will make me help you. You can never be my friend!. Go, away and
live in your truly deserved misery.”
he was! In a daze. Expecting a miracle. But, his angel had turned into a
sorceress. Suddenly, it was dark and thunder, shook the earth around him.
He was drenched in the storm, his wounds ripped wide open, bleeding in
the falling rain. He fell to his knees, not believing this turn of
events. How cud fate be so unkind. Three decades, he wait and it ends in disaster. His angel lay fallen by the wayside. The sky is a dark
gloomy gray and black clouds like sponge puff up only to explode, sending a burst of wound ripping rain. He stood up and after gathering his courage shouted back at the black clouds, “ Is that all, you have to
give to me! How much more can you rip me apart”. At that time, he
realizes, that he had found an inner strength. In his hatred for the
sorceress, he had rediscovered his positive side. He saw a light at the
end of the tunnel. And, in that light he saw the truth. The truth being
that- ‘the only angel, that you can trust is the angel within you’.
now, he looks for his imaginary Utopia, in a parallel universe,
somewhere far beyond the milky way, where he can meet his love lost. It is a
place, where angels can be trusted. And where, there is always a clear
sky for God’s rays to fall upon his wounds and there will come a
time, when all his wounds have healed. He will be whole again. The past
will not bother him. He will be forgiven. His angels will be smiling
again. Yes! Such an Utopia does exist!
he walks back home and opens the door to find the telephone ringing. He
hastens to pick up the receiver and a familiar voice at the other end,
says. “I’m sorry! I was so mean. I hope, you will forgive me”. The
thought comes to him, ‘Ah! My Angel returns”. He is a simple person and
he forgives, easily.
they are the best of friends. Yes! Angels do exist, but it depends on
where you look for them. You have to believe in the Angel within you and
miracles can happen. The world is full of Sorceresses, but, remember,
only, you can change them into Angels, if you have that trust in
yourself. He is no longer a pessimist. They correspond with each other
and exchange their life stories. They talk to each other for hours on
end catching up for the decades they lost. They grow old together in
their parallel universe, knowing, that love heals and so much more can
be achieved by just spreading a little love around. And, maybe, one day,
they will meet each other, in this world.
Chandru Jain, MD