I followed wherever life ushered me
And let out every worry in curls of smoke.
(“Mai zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya …
Har fikra ko dhuein me udata chala gaya …
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Barbadiyon ka jashn manata chala gaya …”)
It’s my personal experience that the above-mentioned song of Davenand’s movie ‘Hum Dono (1991) written by Sahir Ludhiyanvi, melodiously composed by Jaidev and sung by Mohd Rafi is intertwined with the reality of my life. No one can even imagine that the lifestyle of this busy man, having lines of real smiles on his face, is matching with the delightful lyrics of this song. Because of my adjustable nature, almost everyone estimates me ‘fit to face each situation smilingly’ and often look at my fortune with a song on their lips, “Why not a man becomes crazy, if the joy always remains with him.” Some critics consider this state somewhat differently and relate it with the blush of slapped cheeks. With disparity of thinking, some columnists compare it with a state where one can neither tolerate, nor express his feelings. Almost hidden in the veil of ‘elation’ and ‘desolation’, for me, it’s a life that goes on with variety of occurrences.
My childhood passed in the shade of innocence rather than idiocy. Life is a rosary of various events. Situations are responsible to name it either fine or unwell. Conditions compel the man to take right or wrong decisions. Needless to say, no one in this world is complete, in the same way, the life of no one is void as well. Incompleteness is the zeal that gives pace to life. The disappointing and rewarding efforts to deal with emptiness are termed as struggle of life. It’s not a mere autobiography but an epic of true imagination, occurrences and fancies experienced by the soul. It’s an endeavor to unfold the hidden secrets for making a common man an exceptional character. Each and every moment of life is an important event. Fortunate, awful, fateful and unspeakable amazing incidents often come in the life. It’s a fact that reading, listening and explaining such extraordinary incidents are pleasant and enjoyable.
In first person, singular, the hero of this storyline is ‘Mr. Sattyam’. The true image of this great man can be described in the way that he is the man who experiences and tackles the pain and problems of the life of his own but he likes to share his joy with others. In this way he is generous in sharing joy but miser in sharing pain. His nature is bitter like Neem but efficacious to treat you well. Instead of decorating the language by figures of speech, let us read the simple speech that comes out directly from the mouth of Mr. Sattyam. The story moves around the birth, innocent childhood, blooming youth, studies, pain, pleasure, romance, hair-raising experience with beauty of imagination and fragrance of reality which undoubtedly hold you spellbound. Right from a child to an old man, everyone likes to hear stories. With no more anxiety of hearing this story, let us turn our impatient ears toward Mr. Sattyam to hear the imaginative reality from him.