I love watching biopics and interviews and my reading collection comprises of a good number of biographies/ autobiographies. My favorite film happens to be Chaplin(1992), needless to mention whose biopic it is. The last scene, where an aged Charlie Chaplin watches an assemblage of scenes from his films, during the Oscars where he is to be honored with Lifetime Achievement Award, and then with watery eyes he gets up from his wheelchair to deliver his speech , gives me goosebumps. I feel awestruck doesn't matter how many times I go through that scene. I imagine myself in Chaplin's shoes and for a brief period of time I feel the pride, the emotions, the respect and the admiration that is being bestowed. But, then reality resurfaces and I am left with nothing but a silence. But, that silence is not the usual one, it has a peculiar hum, a pulse that pours into my ears like molten wax. That feeling I suppose is that of a guilt I harbor due to my lack of efforts and the fact that I gave up so easily on occasions wherein a little more perseverance would have made things so much better for me.
It is so easy to get inspired, motivated and sometimes the adrenalin rush takes away your sleep. Sometimes the admiration comes from legends like Chaplin, who are the torchbearers of their respective fields, and sometimes the zeal to achieve comes from people who hate you, who mock at your credentials, who try to undermine your potential and keep you down. I have had so many of such nincompoops who feel that entire sphere is their baap ka maal and who have no desire to innovate as they have surrendered to the cliched yet ever so successful formula of CCP (cut-copy-paste). I am quite sure that this isn't just my observation because such degraded and rotten specimens of homo sapiens are all around us - here, there and everywhere! The frustration sometimes gets the better of me and I feel like quitting everything and leave for the mountains as a hermit. But, at such torrid times the biographies come to my aid and I am reminded of the countless impediments the legends had to face to get where they stand now.
I know I am nothing as of now and my credentials do not speak volumes about my talent but still the seed of inspiration that was sown in my heart long ago has germinated and the roots have spread deep. There is no turning back for me, I have left the comforts of life behind and a thorny path awaits me. It beckons me towards a plethora of challenges and quests that are yet unconquered and perhaps I can vanquish those yet unscaled peaks. Jim Moriarty from the BBC series Sherlock famously remarked, staying alive can be boring 'cause its just staying!. I don't want to stay stagnant, like a river I want to flow and flow vigorously, pounding every distraction and surpassing every impediment.
Lastly, I wind up this disquisition with the most innate desire of mine. I want to die as a legend leaving behind a cult that has but only one emotion for me - respect! So what am I doing to be inspired right now? I am listening to 'Cult of Personality' by Living Colors, which by the way is CM Punk's titantron!! \m/
It is so easy to get inspired, motivated and sometimes the adrenalin rush takes away your sleep. Sometimes the admiration comes from legends like Chaplin, who are the torchbearers of their respective fields, and sometimes the zeal to achieve comes from people who hate you, who mock at your credentials, who try to undermine your potential and keep you down. I have had so many of such nincompoops who feel that entire sphere is their baap ka maal and who have no desire to innovate as they have surrendered to the cliched yet ever so successful formula of CCP (cut-copy-paste). I am quite sure that this isn't just my observation because such degraded and rotten specimens of homo sapiens are all around us - here, there and everywhere! The frustration sometimes gets the better of me and I feel like quitting everything and leave for the mountains as a hermit. But, at such torrid times the biographies come to my aid and I am reminded of the countless impediments the legends had to face to get where they stand now.
I know I am nothing as of now and my credentials do not speak volumes about my talent but still the seed of inspiration that was sown in my heart long ago has germinated and the roots have spread deep. There is no turning back for me, I have left the comforts of life behind and a thorny path awaits me. It beckons me towards a plethora of challenges and quests that are yet unconquered and perhaps I can vanquish those yet unscaled peaks. Jim Moriarty from the BBC series Sherlock famously remarked, staying alive can be boring 'cause its just staying!. I don't want to stay stagnant, like a river I want to flow and flow vigorously, pounding every distraction and surpassing every impediment.
Lastly, I wind up this disquisition with the most innate desire of mine. I want to die as a legend leaving behind a cult that has but only one emotion for me - respect! So what am I doing to be inspired right now? I am listening to 'Cult of Personality' by Living Colors, which by the way is CM Punk's titantron!! \m/
it is so well written. Could understand the complexity of great thoughts held by common people. Could know I am not the only one..... :) Late night thoughts are always strongest and deepest. Could relate to this write-up.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!!
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