On the
dark stormy day of Vijayadashami, a fearless boy came into life with calming,
comforting, cheering, assuring and uplifting dawn. The day itself symbolized
victory of courage and truth over cruelty and perplexity. All devas and devis
like Varuna, Agni, Vayu, Prithvi and Indra danced and rejoiced, hence the
storm. They desired to touch his feet. Even though boy's virtuous and fortunate
mother put the latch on the hospital's window, the windowpanes kept opening
recurrently to enable these demigods touch the feet of the auspicious one. The
boy was named Durgesh, yet another name of Shiva. This particularly unique name
have the essence of both Shiv and Shakti in it. No one imagined in his childhood
that this boy would become second person, born on 2nd October, to change the
course of history.
This is
how people will tell the stories of my birth if I become great some day. But,
if I become something unlikely then the stories will be different. The dance will
become vengeance, and the storm will represent initiation of destruction
instead of rejoice. The invisible creatures excited to touch my feet will be
termed demons and night-mongers. The significance of my name too will be
ignored. Shakespeare’s quote, “What's in the name…?” Will be added after it. Gandhi's and my birthdate will be used to demonstrate Chanakya’s words, “No two
person are same even if they share same horoscope.”
In both
the cases, the story will be exaggerated and too farfetched. Only I, just like
the Krishna or the Raavan, will know the truth, rest will believe what they
seek to believe. I
don’t believe in demigods or demons. The storm is just a natural phenomenon for
me. After all, what climate do you expect near Mumbai in Monsoon?
What I mean is, do not trust my biography. Not even any one else's.
And yes, the latch of the hospital window was broken ;)
And yes, the latch of the hospital window was broken ;)