Magic, yes magic is the word and that's what we created whenever we joined our hands. Time used to fly past like a seagull and we used to sail sommothly over the ever-rising high tides. Worse things used to appear less annoying and good things used to masquarade as best things. The day has come again when 31 years ago, the magician with his magic wand was born in a dusty little town of India.
I remember him asking me once,
Magician: Hey Sid, what's your date of birth?
I (As reserved and reluctant as ever): Why are you asking that?
Magician (Grinning as if he has seen the future): First, Tell me
I: 17th Jan, now tell me, why are you asking that?
Magician: Oh wow, see I knew yours would be closer to mine, i.e. 12th Jan
Magician (Again): Capricornians share this unique chemistry. I hope we will have great times together too
I: Happy to find a fellow capricornian in one of the worst phases of life. However, great times? you got to be kidding. We are about to sink and there is no light at the end of the tunnel. Forget light, there is not even a tunnel here. Doldrumsm yes we are in the doldrums, happily sinking and going nowhere.
Magician: May be this is your first day in hell. Don't worry, I will make sure, you have your share of fun.
Little I knew that he will really stick to his words. That worst phase really passed away and without my knowledge, he had built a special bond with me and then we departed for a long long time. Magic spell that he created was broken. Things again started to look a little less rosy.
Two years later, I called the Magician.
I: Dear Magician, how are you and what are you doing?
Magician: I am no more a magician, a witch came and ran away with my magical wand. I am nothing but a cipher.
I: No, it cannot happen. Your magic wand is still safe with me. I thought, you had mutilple wands and thats why I kept one with me. Of course, I lied. I had no magic wands with me.
Magician (Almost crying): No dear, I have just one such wand and I am nothing without it.
I: Ok, can you come and collect it from me. However, you need to fly with me to a place where that wand is kept.
Magician: Sure, I can go to any part of the world to get my beloved wand back.
I: Ok then let's fly to London and you better start creating some new magic spells as your old ones are stinking.
Magician, You bet, I will and he laughed a hearty laugh
We lived two years like a magical spell which was so real yet its reality seems to be stranger than fiction. Then, one day, I decided to mve away and break that magical spell. Magician was feeling the pain and so was I. However, we never spoke that pain. Later, we briefly joined hands to re-create that magic again but it never clicked again. And then the magician realized that the magic wand that he possess is not a real one and he was devastated by this loss. Broken to the core, he decided to move to an altogether new place. He never spoke of it to anyone. Magical spelss were breathing their last breaths. He just broke all the shackles, threw away the dummy magical wand that I gave him and tried to shout my name but his voice echoed and there was no response from anyone.
He took a look around and saw everyone happily involved in their own little magical worlds that he once built as easily as snapping a finger. He bid his last adieu to very and departed forever.
Every 12th January after that unfateful day will never be same again. Wish you a very happy birthday!! Love you my magician!!
I remember him asking me once,
Magician: Hey Sid, what's your date of birth?
I (As reserved and reluctant as ever): Why are you asking that?
Magician (Grinning as if he has seen the future): First, Tell me
I: 17th Jan, now tell me, why are you asking that?
Magician: Oh wow, see I knew yours would be closer to mine, i.e. 12th Jan
Magician (Again): Capricornians share this unique chemistry. I hope we will have great times together too
I: Happy to find a fellow capricornian in one of the worst phases of life. However, great times? you got to be kidding. We are about to sink and there is no light at the end of the tunnel. Forget light, there is not even a tunnel here. Doldrumsm yes we are in the doldrums, happily sinking and going nowhere.
Magician: May be this is your first day in hell. Don't worry, I will make sure, you have your share of fun.
Little I knew that he will really stick to his words. That worst phase really passed away and without my knowledge, he had built a special bond with me and then we departed for a long long time. Magic spell that he created was broken. Things again started to look a little less rosy.
Two years later, I called the Magician.
I: Dear Magician, how are you and what are you doing?
Magician: I am no more a magician, a witch came and ran away with my magical wand. I am nothing but a cipher.
I: No, it cannot happen. Your magic wand is still safe with me. I thought, you had mutilple wands and thats why I kept one with me. Of course, I lied. I had no magic wands with me.
Magician (Almost crying): No dear, I have just one such wand and I am nothing without it.
I: Ok, can you come and collect it from me. However, you need to fly with me to a place where that wand is kept.
Magician: Sure, I can go to any part of the world to get my beloved wand back.
I: Ok then let's fly to London and you better start creating some new magic spells as your old ones are stinking.
Magician, You bet, I will and he laughed a hearty laugh
We lived two years like a magical spell which was so real yet its reality seems to be stranger than fiction. Then, one day, I decided to mve away and break that magical spell. Magician was feeling the pain and so was I. However, we never spoke that pain. Later, we briefly joined hands to re-create that magic again but it never clicked again. And then the magician realized that the magic wand that he possess is not a real one and he was devastated by this loss. Broken to the core, he decided to move to an altogether new place. He never spoke of it to anyone. Magical spelss were breathing their last breaths. He just broke all the shackles, threw away the dummy magical wand that I gave him and tried to shout my name but his voice echoed and there was no response from anyone.
He took a look around and saw everyone happily involved in their own little magical worlds that he once built as easily as snapping a finger. He bid his last adieu to very and departed forever.
Every 12th January after that unfateful day will never be same again. Wish you a very happy birthday!! Love you my magician!!
