_____ A Wish _____

"So we've got like 10 min left, we had a good time or what? Ok! so who's going to give us one last topic? Any one....hmm.....some one?"

I was in my usual manner, asking the audience like i used to, before a session could begin it's presence. There was a guy in the middle who raised his arm.

"Yes Albo, u tell us, what's the topic going to be, have you got one already?"
And he nodded. I asked him to spell it out in front of all, and he said....

hmm....A......a Wish....

I gave him a passable shrug and asked: Yes...a wish...wishes that come true...

Hmm....did i heard some one say None What So Ever....excuse me, is that You ma'am? Yes yes....you in that white sweater....oh, so that was you, Sir would you please come forward...yes yes don't worry, no one's gonna hurt you, yes sir, now, can you please explain your stance."

Tarkan made a funny face, like, some one has just robbed him off his chocolate and now, he's in total chaos. The eyes of the audience were struck on his face, and by every passing second, he was feeling that thud, that pressure.

So I took him by his hand and pressed it gently, tapping his forearm, gave him a gentle smile, and asked him again, 'Sir! would you please like to accentuate your position, that, your wish didn't come true, and stuff? '

I saw that glimmer in his eyes, and his muscles started to relax. He made a move, stopped, then again, his lips moved a bit, something came out, but none in about a ten centimeter radius would have judged...so I gave him that Oh-common-don't-do-this-to-me look...and then, he started saying, at first shockingly, but then, easing into his own domain...

" I don't know man....U know....who cares....these days it's just ....u know...bizarre...who cares...who gives a damn...."

I laughed, some what taken a back with his reply. I asked him again, and tried to convex his thoughts, but he muttered the same fluffed and messy thoughts.

So i had to let him leave the stage, and with the same unraveled complexity, he took his seat. I had to throw my self again on air, and expressed my concerns, tried to elaborate on what actually i was trying to say.

"Folks! In life, one tends to seek something, rather on an individual circle or as a team, but yes, we all do have that lust for something. My question is very very simple, what happens when your wish comes true? Do one need to seek more dimensions in order to get going? or, is a wish ever comes true? Or if it does, what's next? Does all our wishes regard for what's best for us as an individual or as a group? "

And i looked at the tiny crowd of people assembled in front of me, trying to find my target, i took off the stage, and started roaming around them, and asked in a hurried manner...."OK! who's going to join us on stage?"

"Can....I !" Some one raised an arm at the other corner of the room, she was Liz, in her twenties, with a lovely face, and shiny brown hair. I took her hand and escorted to the stage. She took her time to assemble, and then started to say in a careful manner...

"Hmm...actually, there is no such thing as a wish. You are you, what ever you do. The circumstances, that are....hmmm.....u born into...make u what you are....but above it all....hmm.....it's...aa....thing called....luck....you need luck...a lot of it...to get on with your life normally."

I had to interrupt her: "Excuse me Liz, but, we are trying to unravel what wish has to do with your life, with one's life...not luck"

And i guess, i struck some chord. Unintentionally, i saw her complexion turn a bit dark. Something came in those eyes, I felt that jiffy tick. I had to tap her hand, and smile gently. And asked her to please, carry on.

But that was that. Her eyes were blunted open, and her face showed that freakish chill, that could make any human think twice before approaching her. I had to slowly raise her up from the stage and escort her back to her position in the crowd.

And i came back to mine, on stage. Looked at my watched, and said

"Well fox, that's all for today, hope you have enjoyed our session. The guys would be here to take you to your cells. Please have a very nice evening, and hope to see you tomorrow, bye all".

And slowly, very slowly, they evacuated the area. The crowd.

Welcome to the immobilized. In other words, the disabled...........the imperfect human beings, the defected.

I guess, we won't ever know, what a wish is there for. This four lettered word, held so much unsympathetic, uncaring and distant meaning for these guys. Their defected limbs tell the story itself. There twisted and curled tongue, their flushed and dismayed, sad faces, tell the story. The story, that has no end, no end at all.

And yes, perhaps that was the wrong question to ask in the first place, but, sometimes, time has it's own way to reflect, how much the same clicks for you when, the same tick and tuck of the clock, is a completely new world, a completely different meaning, to some one else. Perhaps, i need to seek a doctor, a psychiatrist as well.

I wish i could....

Sometimes, u need to enhance that picture, dig the grave, scratch that tape, and see what's inside the parcel. Sometimes, it's better learned than heard. Sometimes, it's better experienced than read. I may question my own moves, but yes, while i was sitting on that same seat, in that room, on that stage.....I wished......


I wished that some day, some way, science will show enough miracles that could make Tarkan focus again. His shaking body and trembling head would one day, be in a still state. Liz could walk instead of limp on her twisted feet. And so on....

But yes....as one said....we need luck...

I stood up from my chair.....thinking on those same lines and figures, i came to the far end of the room....switched off the lights....and left. I didn't close the door behind me, .......

I couldn't.