Life of a common boy.... !!!!

Yes, he was a common boy, with not a very distinguished identity, rarely known by his name anywhere except his friend circles, and his life was also very common. It was neither tragic nor very shining, instead it was just ordinary. He also faced all the common problems like any other common boy does and he also dealt with it in the same way. Though he also had dreams and ambitions, nobody cared to listen about them. He also got hurt sometimes but there was no one to comfort him. He was also disappointed and sad many times in life but there were not many to comfort him. He just represents faceless existence of a general mass.

He was common throughout school, neither very naughty nor very bright. He used to pass with marks, neither very high nor very low. He did his homework, neither so good that would bring praise nor very bad that would invite criticism. He had some hobbies and participated in few activities but again as a common boy. Nobody knows whether he ever craved to top the exams, or win a competition, or do something different in the class. The only time his name was taken in the class was during the attendance time rest he was identified by his bench number, second last bench, boy in the right.

Story didn’t change much in college days too. He was just some boy who came to college. Nobody knew about him, not even his name let alone about him. Mostly, he spent his time in herd of his friends, doing the same thing as they were doing, laughing and enjoying. His life was not bad, not very unfortunate, just unknown. Teachers used to ask him during practical exams “I have never seen you in my class, did you ever come? “, all he can do was to just smile as he knew that he was never noticed. Nobody cared about how much marks or grades he got, even he too, he was not one of the toppers. He never stood up in the class to give an answer, or to ask any stupid doubt which mostly people do just to catch the attention of the teacher. He never liked it; he thought it’s cheap, asking silly doubts just to fake sincerity.

He also developed feelings for girls, almost everywhere he had been. But somehow he knew, they are of no use. He was not the Mr. charming, how could he get a girl. No girl was interested in knowing in his name, accepting him was a far away dream. But still he liked his fantasies, short little stories of escape that were born, lived and also died away happily in his own mind. All he could do was to watch from distance all the boys and girls talking, occasionally he also get to chat, during practical labs or some fun event or when out of the blue he was honored with some attention but these moments usually never lasted long and nor did he longed for them to last long. To interact with girls and have their attention was a luxury he knew he couldn’t afford and he was sometimes frustrated because of this but with time he was at peace with this fact. He enjoyed talking about girls in his friend circle though and there were a lot many like him, he was happy at least he wasn’t alone.

He was neither a matter of pride nor a matter of disgrace for his family. Yes, they had expectations from him. Every parents has, every parent wants to see their child go as high as he can. He was often compared with some achiever among society or relative. He was jeered and taunted. Indirectly, he was shown a mirror in which he was nothing more than a loser and why not, he never topped any exam, he had no abilities, he has done nothing so far to get some lime light and bring pride to his family. He has no identity here too. He was just someone’s son or someone’s brother. His little achievements which were very specific and generally not in accordance with usual convention of achievements were discarded soon or rarely listened. Lastly, even the brightest of people are never given the choice to live life according to their own will or to choose their own path, then how could he raise his voice and decide his own fate.

Amidst all this oblivion, there was indeed one day in the whole year which gives him the privilege to know that he also had an identity i.e. his birthday. With due thanks to facebook, he also had lots of wishes on his facebook wall at least and he was happy with it though he knew that most of the people had just written it formally but he felt nice about it. There were few who bothered to wish him via whatsapp or SMS and very few had called him but it’s a nice experience to be known by people no matter for what reason. It’s a delightful experience to express your gratitude to all because they wished you but somehow deep inside he knew that this stardom has an expiry date of only a day and he would be forgotten soon and to be remembered only the very next year.

Very little people knew about common boys but yes every common boy has dreams, passion, will to achieve something, certain talents that are hidden but would surely emerge out at the appropriate time. Some of these boys are great painters, who can paint far better than reality or even better than imagination, some of them are excellent singers but their voice can be heard only during silence, some of them are great at writing or poetry but their content is hidden from the world. Every common boy waits for his turn, his time when he would sparkle in the fullest to dazzle the world with his talent. All he wants is some respect, some appreciation, some acknowledgement, some identity and he is planning from the beginning to have it.

Even those who think they have got no talent at all, nothing in the world to create a unique identity, they must search it again, search deep inside, introspect carefully. God never creates anyone in vain; he has equipped all of us with at least something that we can use to create an identity. All we need is to identify it, work on it, and carve it carefully like stones are carved into beautiful statues so that everyone can admire their beauty. Every  superstar has spend days in loneliness, when they were nobody, you got to take a stand, challenge the conventions, fight for yourself and make your place in the world else you would remain part of the crowd. Whenever one starts afresh at a new place, all start from square 1, and it always involves a lot of struggles to make your own identity. To be or not to be a part of crowd would always remain your choice, all you need is some courage, some will power and an urge to appear different and you would surely shine even when you are part of the crowd.