One Day in the Life of Juan Pablo Aimar
The mobile was showing: "Ma calling", Juan became irritated and decided not to take the call. He cancelled the call and switched it to the silent mode. The image of his mother in his mind appeared, he felt sad for her and even on himself. Despite his eagerness to leave the city of Cali, he has not been able to do it, each of his friends had left for Bogota. He said to the imagined god in his soul: "Why is this injustice being done. I do not want to be called a mama's boy and remain in my hometown throughout my lifetime being a well-frog. Twenty-Four years of my life has gone living in this city where development has not happened. Even if I am late by fifteen minutes from my scheduled time, I am called up by my mother, I do not like to be interfered." The God inside him must have been bored-off by the complains of Juan and would have left him, without his absence.
Frustration and depression for Juan was a result of the longing of a person, his mother, who loves him more than anybody else.
Juan has a crush on a girl, Rennes. He just cannot figure out whether Rennes has any feeling for him or not, so hard to understand a woman thought Juan. In his passion, he always takes a detour on the way back from the University, where he and the girl worked. He wanted to spend the maximum possible amount of time with her, in his time spent with the Girl till he was rejected by her, Juan felt that he has learnt certain things, which has been through personal experience. First, time was so relative in love, the moments of togetherness with Rennes used to fly away and when Juan walked home from University, the road did not seem to end. He concluded that : "There should be a search for "that", something which is constant" and if the time spent with Rennes be measured against the time spent walking alone without Rennes on a path whose point-to-point distance is fixed, the first would be a smaller value than the second.
The entire goal of Juan for about Ten months that he was with Rennes, was to wait for the day to end quickly, so that the priceless moment of walking together with Rennes would arrive. His pleasure can be expressed as a mathematical function dependent on the decisions of Rennes, of whether to walk with him, or say no to him, by saying that she has other commitments. Again the decisions of Rennes are related to the potential suitors of her, whom Juan has identified as errors/virus in the mathematical function. Taking this mathematical function into mind along with the errors Juan had to iterate with the numbers that brought the maximum happiness for him. To do this Juan would devise his strategies for fighting the "battle for Rennes" by sending beautiful write-ups or spending money on good food, dressing himself up in expensive clothes or trying to prevent the potential suitors away. As time went on, Juan understood that he was fighting a losing battle, but anyways the post must be held on, even when the enemies are knocking on the door, so when Juan was finally brought down and shot at his post, his hurt self, learnt that it was not possible to hold a girl who is leaning away, she is like a sand, the more you tighten your fists the faster would it slip out. Juan left Rennes and moved on.
The mobile never showed: "Rennes Calling" the flicker of hope has not died, the soldier in him remained playing "The Lost Post". It never came.
Juan thought on an empty street of Cali, that for somebody he had once was ready to sacrifice evrything, apart from aleigience to Jesus, but he has been tossed out from contention when the final hour came. The love which he had for Rennes, proved to be useless, apart from that, it taught him few things, the love that his mother had for him was unconditional, just like he had for Rennes, but he was not prepared to accept that love. Maybe the love of the world flows like a concentric circle, without any meeting point.
The mobile showed : "Ma Calling", Juan kept the phone down and walked away.
Nitin.M
1 Comments:
The write up again drove home the fact that how often we take life for granted & how often we stare hard at the door which has been closed that we fail to see the open windows... & once again I learnt nothing compares to the love of one's parents no matter what age one belongs to or however one is settled in life...I again appreciate the gift we have as our parents & no matter how old I grow their love for me will forever remain young...
Thanks Nitin.
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