Return to innocence

That line that dotes my header is borrowed from Enigma. But they are so apt. So true. It takes years to understand what is that one wished all his life. Life is so strange, it throws challenges, creates void, creates depression, creates all sort of nonsense, and then it shows the way out! How many of us could see that? How many of us could feel that? It takes year.

When I knocked the semis door at that grand podium, I had no clue I can write too! Last year when I championed the cause for fair trade at MOF (blame Syed Anwar for that) I never knew that I could speak at length on the floor! And manage few claps and many whistles in between! Last year when I interviewed my first candidate for that large pool I never knew I could turn a Greek feat to English (pardon that)! Last year when I got involved with matters of national interest I never knew I will be the part of the frenzy that will cripple the blockade of years in to shimmering lights. From tubes to leap-overs to water hold backs seen it all, and god feel so privileged that these was in store. And the gratitude continues!

How do I describe this all, how do I describe this feel inside, to borrow again from Enigma, "Don't be afraid to be weak, Don't be too proud to be strong"! Always, always I knew that, I cared for, I lived for and I failed to live for. Failed, yes that I did, won always forever, but after the evident! Ask those fellas standing down the barricades of the saintly park, they would say wow! It was good last time when your blade cut through that leather stitched in rounds and they hurled on barricades in continuity, till you fail and came back again!

When I meet those people who have left everything on the shores of unknown to chart the future of us through build ups I wonder how they remain unchallenged during the phase in between the uncertainty of life and death! How they pose
those smiles for us and takes all the burden to drive up and down the mountains, seas, urban recklessness or country side sarson da khets! The demeanor remains cool, calm and poised, they know they are on it, they are
building it all!

I have learned to fail, I have learned to fail and fail over to win. I know, the truth remains grounded always within, its like "mujhko mila-aashiyana-mera hain sara jahan". This frenzy takes away all the red gory stains punched up all around my walls.

She always says " One who loses knows how to win!" How on world she knows every thing! How on world she cares for me so much! How on world she looks around in my eyes and blurs the vision with those misty looks! Ma says, "Look  at your wife tell her what you always wish to say!" Baba says, "She knows it all"! How she knows everything! But then as it reads, she is innocent, innocent to believe that I could do it all! But it worked, it did! It does!
Always!

Some relations remain inaccessible, they remain grounded in the past, some are well and good and destined to be there, but some needs more attention, some needs to be revived because after all they are detached from the same umbilical cord! They belong to the same world. The world where it means " Just look into your heart my friend, That will be the return to yourself. The return to innocence!