Monday, December 1, 2014

The World of a Worm

I squirmed through a myriad of grains with my tiny, unseen segmented legs as various thoughts crossed my mind. I've been on this journey since the morning, the journey for my dream-grain; It was said that it could be found on the other side of this huge containment they called a ‘room', which could mean a lot of things, but that was not my goal to discover. My focus has always been on my dream-grain, that's it! One beautiful and golden dream grain, shining in the bright light of the sun just for me! Oh, I can almost imagine, seeing it glimmer, I would relish it one tiny bite at a time. But, I keep distracting myself.
You haven't been introduced to the whole story yet either, have you? Well then, let me tell you the story of the small grain that was once a dream, but now- I shall work on making it my reality. 
It began as the idea was just a seed beginning to sprout into adventure. I had an epiphany the other day and I just believed that it existed somewhere, my dream-grain. If I could imagine it, I could find it. I've been looking for it from quite a while now, dodging through the multitudes of jests and criticisms that were thrown my way. I had them all tell me a million things like, "Don't dream too big, there is danger in it!", "Worms get squished easily if they go too far," and what not! But, I was not afraid; I wanted the adventure and I wanted to experience life without fear of the unknown!
My family always feared the unknown though, and why not? They're mostly worms or beetles after all. They belonged to the darkest times where life meant survival, but they don't realize I belong to the new era now- where all the young meal-worms dream big and look to life with higher and more empowering perspectives.... uhh... well, "almost". There was a slight problem here, though. This era of empowering young "meal-worms" that I belong to were part of a different room blocks away, not part of err, let's say this one? It's a big country this "room".  But, wait... Now, I know it's difficult to understand what I mean- "how can a meal-worm from ONE room be influenced by meal-worms from a room presumably miles away?" Well, that's where my story starts, right at THAT question and let me tell you, it's a good one. But, it's something you'll find out eventually and so, I shall continue where I last left off before the digression- Life meant so much more than mere survival to me! I wanted to venture out, look far and wide and I was just born this way, thinking I was weird while the other meal-worms were happy with what they had, I wanted to explore more. I told them the experience of searching for a dream-grain is more thrilling and joyous than finding the dream-grain itself, and the other worms would cut off my gibberish and look away. Of course I felt like the odd one out, but something in me never gave up; for I always just knew my mother looked at me with meaning. Well, my foster mother- but still, just her look told me I am more than what I looked like. Something about where I lived and with WHOM I lived had me itching on the what could be's. 

I could also at this point, give a few accounts on dreams and how they ARE after all, what this world is built on. It's with dreams that advancement becomes a reality. But, that's a whole new chapter again, and I know I'm wasting time saying all this, but I'm also saving time. Or rather, cutting my journey shorter through my words that may or may not entertain. 

I did not start out as such a confident meal-worm at first, I was but a timid little brute, or I was so up until I met my first friend right outside the opening of the room where I was once born. My friend, he's an absolute legend who told me he used to be a worm himself at one point, but had now turned into a beautiful butterfly- only because he had dreamed to, he told me! As we lay engrossed in a tight conversation for the rest of the day, he also told me that he knew what I was talking about and that he had seen my dream-grain somewhere; he only had to recall where it was now but he did not have a very good memory. I was soon on my way mapping through the ground and following his wrong guidance to reach the end of what they called a ‘room’. It is here, that the wrong juncture gave way to the right and I had found myself a new friend, the Grasshopper!

The Grasshopper laughed as I related my story to him and he cackled out that I had come to the wrong end of the room; the obviousness of which made me look rather ridiculous but I still stood there head strong. "This end leads to the ‘road-side’, while what you should really have been looking for was the ‘field-side'," he said and further added that I now had to walk all the way to the other side of the room. I gobbled my brunch and set out on my new journey once again.

It was almost afternoon by this time and after dodging many a giant ‘feet’, I could see that I had almost made it to the fields; and moments later, I could see a bright light bursting in from out the ‘door’ and stinging my eyes. I was blinded for a moment there, but when I regained my vision back, I could see it- “What a wonderful sight to behold!” I said to myself- it was the very sight that made me doubt my senses for a moment and helped me give birth to one of my most intellectual lines: "In the search of a single grain, I had found my dream-field; A field bounteous of lush greenery and corn! Those golden corns... My golden dream-grains..." It was an unregretable exclamation that my mind spoke out as I stood there among the Earthworms and a few dazzled wasps. They are always dazzled... these wasps... I wondered why. But, I had found my dream now and so, I did not have to bother about it much. I walked further on and fell into a... cave was it? Or maybe a trench, to be more precise.

Atleast, it looked like a trench to me. Mealworms don't normally fall. They can walk on any surface, and so this "falling" was something relatively new to me. Something I could not feel nor understand until I looked up to the sky and saw myself peeping through a hole. How did I fall in here so fast?

I was walking alright...

"Stuck their egein eh matey? 'appens ol the time"

I was startled to hear such a heavy voice at first, but when I looked up, I found myself staring at a rather pleasant-looking face. What a beautiful Lady bug he, I mean... 'She' was!

She was red in colour, but I've seen many Ladybugs of bluish hues too, and most of them were male.

These friends of mine are a sight to see!

"Wots e mealworm like YOU doin' 'ere?" she exclaimed once more.

The voice pulled me back from my thoughts and made me try to speak out, but I could not. Is my voice-box hurt? I do not know...

I did not have such a loud voice to begin with and now, to lose it was something... I could not bring myself to terms with. There was no way that I could COMMUNICATE with this new 'mate' or anyone at all for that matter! I was beginning to well up with frustration silently and I wanted to scream, but I could not!

"You e shy one a' you? Worry not, I may be of some survice little mate"

Saying that she went away and I was left in the ditch with bruises. I had never felt these things on me before... I wanted to cry but, I was very happy at the same time because I was about to live my dream...

Surely, not as sugar-coated as I had first imagined it, kind of got rougher than I thought, but that was because of my clumsiness. If only I had been seeing where I was going!

"This 'appens ol the time!" I heard her voice again, "I thinks to meself I 'ad asked you to fix 'it but, you don't!"

"Oh shucks! Now what?"

"Nau there is a new laddie stuck in there, how 'ar you gettin 'im out?"

"With my wings as usual" and the skeptic voice disappeared as the sound of the fluttering wings- that soon made a shadow over me- engulfed them.

"I'll get'ya out!" he said as he came closer to me and soon flew up with me as he held me tight.

Wow! I was in the air! For only a while but, what a great while that was!

The winged-stranger dropped me so I could get a good look at him. But, he looked unfamiliar... What was he?

"Stoup lukin at 'im like that! 'es shiny ain 'e? Yea, 'e gets that a lot! 'es a bumble bee! And 'is acid breaks through this thin laiyer of ground sometimes and makes plentiful ditches fo' poor creatures like you to be fallen into. It is not a ve'y nice thing. I told 'im, but he won't listen!"

"It drops off every time I try to hold it! I told you so many times!" replied the frustrated bumble bee as I kept staring at him wondering how he could be so shiny... Must be the honey on him and the reflection of the sun.

"Then dount 'old wat you can't carry! ae, wat am I supposed to do wi' a brain like yours?" was the worried Lady bug's reply. She had almost given up trying to make the bumble bee understand.

He flew off without giving an answer and I stopped staring at him eventhough it is all I could do now. I was bruised and voiceless. So, all I could do was stare.

"I saw 'it, you was standin' on the ground, matey and then, this sudden drop comes off and hits the ground you're on. I was startled to see 'it an I sure hope you ar not hurt are ya?"

"Heh, hurt?" I smirked. My pain was much more than that. But, wait! Did I just speak again?

"Oye! So you do speak! An I thinks you was voiceless!"

"Well, I WAS... But, now I think I can...(coughs).. I... It hurts"

"There was a rock there where you fell and oh my! Look at your bruises!"

I did not mind anymore. I thanked her and her friend for saving me and I was on my way to live my dream again. It did not matter how many obstacles I had to face, how many bumps I had to walk over and ditches I had to climb out of. At the end of it all, I was still living my dream and I was still always alive!

Life is filled with such amenities, and we keep growing with it. It has been two human-days now, and I had learnt that self-confidence takes us to places far and that all I had to do in order to fare well and make good progress was believe in my cause. It had taught me to see "things beyond what the eyes can see," and it had taught me about providence and of the measures the Almighty had taken to keep me on the right path, every single day.

 -Heenas Haseeb