A couple of months ago I came across a great inspirational flick;Hidden Figures (much of a dark horse to be honest!).With some low keyed actors yet powerful story line...this one really inspired me at a time when I was in dire need of it...a story of how three black women fulfilled their dreams against all odds really made me ponder on how sometimes our dreams are bigger than anything else in the world....that day I decided to start learning from people who have raced against time,who work against all those pulling them down...who sometimes put smiles on their faces even when things are looking bleak..all this for their dreams...
And so I decided to look around me..people whom I knew..people who are are unknown to the rest of the world...yet they are everyday heroes making one step of a thousand more, towards fullfilling what they yearn for..... truly,madly,deeply...
One of the many such individuals is my very own uncle,Faraz...its been 29 odd years since I first opened my eyes to this world and since that time I have been seeing this man wearing his Taekwondo gear, having a tough expression in the eyes...and swaying his leg in a perfect Ap Chagi (front kick) posture,,,that to me has always been the demeanor of my uncle who chased his dream ( seemed like a wild goose chase to us all along) for 35 long years....I remember my dad telling him again and again that his passion will go in vain(not that he was wrong,no one cares about sports in Pakistan and that too Taekwondo!!...huh!) ...I remember all those times when even I thought that why doesn't he just let it go...maybe because I never believed in him nor his aspirations....
He proved me wrong...yesterday when I saw the news in the Canadian newspaper...I teared up...I felt proud...and I wanted to race to him and give him a warm big hug..the tightest of all..but then I stopped myself..and thought, who am I to be feeling this pride...for I never believed that he could do it...I always thought that the endless hours of his routine and practice sessions will be put to waste...I always wanted him to follow the herd...do an office based job,earn a good living and rear his family...(for I believed until this very moment that this is what we have been sent to this world!),,,,but his silver medal for Pakistan, at the Canadian Taewkondo championships proved me wrong.....
Some people among us are not built to do the run of the mill job...they want to paint a canvas like no one else has ever done..they see things differently and say why not...they want to experiment,take risks...they do it all for their internal peace...and that I believe is what brings the truest form of happiness...
To my uncle and all other everyday champions....
The Melody of VictoryTo be continued.....
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