Anybody who watches Hollywood flicks won't be unaware of Morgan Freeman. Speaking on my behalf, I am a huge fan of his work. I have seen a few of his movies- Seven, Bruce Almighty, The Shawshank Redemption, Million Dollar Baby, and of course The Dark Knight Trilogy. In particular, the role of Red that he portrayed in Shawshank stands out for me. His astute and resourceful character cuts an entirely different dimension. And then he has this line- Hope? Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing.
Is it really that bad- to hope for something, to hope that things would eventually turn around. Hope, as my teacher had once told me, has a positive connotation. Well you could be a sadist too, hoping for someone else's dismay. Luckily I am not made out of that mold.
To share my own experience, hope indeed is a dangerous thing. To add to it, its also infectious. Spreads out like a wildfire. You hear someone say that the Professor you don't like may not be taking your classes and then you start hoping that it indeed goes that way. Company visiting your college for internship, you hope that you get selected- surprisingly you do go through and then you are never called up for the interview because of some technicalities. You write your semester exams and hope that some particular topic does not pop up but then it does. Then you hope that somehow magically that you lose that extra flab on your tummy even that does not happen. And then you love somebody, and hope that they would somehow realise it, but that never happens. You hope that you will be perfect and then you end up with the cold reality that it was simply not worth it.
Why do we hope- I mean yes to think that things would be better off later is never a bad thought. But on the inside we all know that it may simply be a myth, a false dreamland that we have created to please our subconscious. I am more of a believer in doing rather than thinking. If I hope for something, I believe putting in my best. Even then it may not be enough. Then I look above and curse the Gods. No, nothing has changed yet but then it is a plausible retaliation of some regard.
But then I say to the Almighty that in spite of all this, I am still not giving up. Nope. Not in this life. Not so easily.
Its cold outside. January is indeed chilly this year. Well it should be, ain't it. And its cold inside too. No, the house is pretty warm but the flickers of hope inside me are on the verge of exhaustion.
I turn towards the universe. And hope that I get a sign. Even a small one would suffice. Yes- I hope. Because that is one thing that even the Gods would have have to struggle to take away from me. Hope indeed is a dangerous thing, but then I am willing to take that risk.
Liverpool is doing pretty good these days, hope we make it to the Top 4.
Bye.
Is it really that bad- to hope for something, to hope that things would eventually turn around. Hope, as my teacher had once told me, has a positive connotation. Well you could be a sadist too, hoping for someone else's dismay. Luckily I am not made out of that mold.
To share my own experience, hope indeed is a dangerous thing. To add to it, its also infectious. Spreads out like a wildfire. You hear someone say that the Professor you don't like may not be taking your classes and then you start hoping that it indeed goes that way. Company visiting your college for internship, you hope that you get selected- surprisingly you do go through and then you are never called up for the interview because of some technicalities. You write your semester exams and hope that some particular topic does not pop up but then it does. Then you hope that somehow magically that you lose that extra flab on your tummy even that does not happen. And then you love somebody, and hope that they would somehow realise it, but that never happens. You hope that you will be perfect and then you end up with the cold reality that it was simply not worth it.
Why do we hope- I mean yes to think that things would be better off later is never a bad thought. But on the inside we all know that it may simply be a myth, a false dreamland that we have created to please our subconscious. I am more of a believer in doing rather than thinking. If I hope for something, I believe putting in my best. Even then it may not be enough. Then I look above and curse the Gods. No, nothing has changed yet but then it is a plausible retaliation of some regard.
But then I say to the Almighty that in spite of all this, I am still not giving up. Nope. Not in this life. Not so easily.
Its cold outside. January is indeed chilly this year. Well it should be, ain't it. And its cold inside too. No, the house is pretty warm but the flickers of hope inside me are on the verge of exhaustion.
I turn towards the universe. And hope that I get a sign. Even a small one would suffice. Yes- I hope. Because that is one thing that even the Gods would have have to struggle to take away from me. Hope indeed is a dangerous thing, but then I am willing to take that risk.
Liverpool is doing pretty good these days, hope we make it to the Top 4.
Bye.
