What shall I be……

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride..
I have read this numerous times, and always interpreted it differently according to situation I was in or in accordance to the situations I created.

Whenever in a dicey situation I would think If I was …..then what would be the situation like.
It was perhaps a duel of situational catastrophes that would churn the intrinsic chemical composition into a soup of dismay or at times a glass of resembled lemonade….ha ha ha seriously.

So let me think, on these lines, what If I was….

A STONE….YES I MEAN IT, A STONE….

Some playful child returning back from his hectic day at school will kick me from the school gate till he reaches home….in the process making the toes of his cherry blossomed black school shoes into a white salt and peppery mixture tone….
That would be perhaps a happy story……

But what if I become a stone in the hands of angry mob, blinded by a unacceptable, uncultured, unethical and totally anti human thought pelting it on someone without the fear or even thought of the consequence.

So no….STONE is not a good idea

A brick perhaps…..BRICK REALLY??????

A skilled craftsman will align me in a perfect threaded row, at a perfect place to fill the puzzled gap to complete a masterpiece of architecture, or a place of worship or even a prison to prevent a dismaying situation.

Perhaps I can be a part of the other such bricks who support the urn in which  sumptuous meal is cooked in open air to feed the wandering eyes of the orphans or old age home residents…INDEED A MARVELOUS IDEA…
But alas…..what if I am used in a bunker guarding some anti social elements or perhaps terrorists…won’t I feel one among them ??
NO. ANOTHER WASTE.

WHAT ABOUT SOMETHING USEFUL…..Hmmm a shoe perhaps…….

I will adore a maidens foot, perhaps a part of the success story of a budding athlete, on a cover page of some magazine….if at all a reason of smile on a shoeless foot burning on the hot tar or a wanderer in hot desert….or perhaps on a thorny path of a soldier toiling hard in a jungle for the safety of a reason he beholds in his deed. YES it seems a good option finally.
Wait a minute….how if I am in the hands of a stud who is bashing his wife or child to satisfy his ego of being a  superior being owing to his overgrown muscular body and a hatred logged brain. I would become the medium of the ugly transfer of his thoughts into his actions.

 Ah! The everyday common things don’t seem to be working, so let me switch to another channel of my brain to churn a better option……

So, how about being a TREE…..a big tree

Shades to many who desire of a rest under my trunk after a long walk….
A source of safety for the mother bird to build her nest on my arms, feeling protected, feeling belonged to and an address to the ones who don’t have a identity card for their post….Ah hah, this seems to be a good option.
I can be a source of life oxygen to this world and a benchmark of usefulness to all.

Then i heard from a distant cry, a cry of remorse of a child who lost his father in an unfortunate accident. Realizing the fact that his father fell of a tree while picking some mangoes for him, suddenly this thought changed my perception again…I could be that tree.. A source of tragedy eventually. Oh grace….no no no. Something else perhaps

A GLASS BOTTLE WOULD BE NICE AND CLEAR….

A milk bottle, a bottle containing some lifesaving medicine, a bottle containing a dose of immunity. Colorful even without my own colour, contents longed for, contents giving rise to magnificence, contents of utmost significance.
A bottle of ink containing a medium of literature, history and even a love story.
A bottle of champagne, important medium of celebration.

Wait…..what if A BOTTLE OF ACID…burning the existence of a girl who refused to get into a lustful relationship, a girl refusing to give in to the atrocities of a patriarch society.
Wait yet again….what if A BOTTLE POISON…. diminishing the hope of a family, a derivative of a callous relationship or a deed….A source of hatred and a part of a vicious plan anti humanity.

SO WHAT SHALL I BE….WHAT SHALL I BE….

How about one of the five elements…..created by nature itself…perhaps the strongest of them  all…FIRE IS ONE SUCH THING

SO WHAT IF I WAS FIRE……
A source of warmth, in the cold wintery nights. I am everywhere, i am needed and desired.
I cook every desired meal, i can stop the mighty beasts in its pursuit to kill. I can keep any nocturnal blood sucking callous animal away. I have the power to penetrate the deepest of darkness and enlighten the path to glory.
I have burnt the effigies from history till present, relieving them of the cycle of time. I am a form of GOD himself.

I am sober as a candle and furious as a volcano, i can reside in a matchbox yet uncontrolled as a wild fire. UNCONCONTROLLED AS A WILD FIRE….did I just give a reason not be fire?

A chaos, everyone running to find a place to save himself or itself….burning everything in its path, mighty BLOODY fire in a forest. Trees, bottles, stones, bricks, shoes everything i thought of being. Alas another idea down the dust….

A VERY DIFFICULT QUESTION….WHY DID I ASK TO MYSELF…..
If at all anyone has a option for me….I shall wait. I will answer though to reiterate that option being an option in true sense…I shall wait.