Illusions- The adventures of a reluctant Meesiah by Richard Bach . I remember vividly that it was either one of our English teachers or a friend who introduced us to this book way back in college. I read it then and really liked his experiences and the way he wrote down some hard hitting facts of life . For me it was one of those books that was for keeps and it always remained close to me.
It was not until few days back that I saw the book again in a corner of my room and began reading it again after some 20 or more odd years later. This time however, it hit me really hard and it was as if every word mentioned in the handbook of the story was written for me. It was just about a month after I lost my son to an illness, when I didn’t feel like doing anything and almost did it to please my family and friends. Holding this book and reading it once again was like a message from my Messiah - my son Advay who was trying to tell me something.
“ There’s no such thing as a problem without a gift for you in its hands. You seek problems because you need their gifts”. Advay came to us like a God given gift and our journey together completely changed our perspectives in life and this sentence was a reminder no. One to it. “ Happiness is a choice and it’s not always an easy one.” Advay made it very easy for us to be happy because he remained that way. Pain was always a moment for him and once it subdued for a while he would be infectiously happy.
“ If you really want to remove a cloud from your life, you do not make a big production out of it. Just relax and remove it from your thinking.” This is Not easier said than done because we have seen him doing this each time effortlessly.
And finally the most profound for me this time is “ Don’t be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again after moments of lifetimes , is certain for those who are friends.” There are so many such wonderful thoughts mentioned in the book that I were to mention the best of it, this blog could run into a series.
Thus as Richard back quotes in his preface, I choose to think that my Messiah is perched out there on some other dimension, not fiction at all, watching us , and laughing for the fun of it happening just the way we’ve planned it to be.
Love you Adu.
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