Mirage samajhte ho? Google karo toh sabse pehle yeh definition aati hai: an image you think you see in very hot weather, for example water in a desert, but which does not really exist.
Woh jo lagta hai, par hai nahi. Woh tasveer jo aapki majbooriyaan aapko dikhati hai. Woh jiske peeche aap bhaagte ho, fir pata lagta hai ki woh toh tha hi nahi.
Aisa tha Ved.
A lot has already been written about him before. After all, there is a lot to write. Ved was as complex as the whole movie. Ved was as complex as Tara’s love for him. Ved was as complex as the epics he heard in his childhood. Ved was as complex as life itself. Ved was fifteen year old me, hiding comics between school books to read after lights out. Ved was sixteen the year old me, telling my parents numbers didn’t speak to me as loudly as dreams. Yet, Ved was so many other people.
Ved was each auto driver who tells us stories on the way and strikes conversations about ghazals. Each housewife who sings in front of her mirror. Each father who curses himself for not being able to spend enough time at home. He was so many of us who chase mirages in our lives so much that we become a mirage ourselves. An illusion of what we set out to become.
Yet, Ved was also a reminder that he was just a character, not a universal story.
So my biggest takeaway from Ved is: your story might not end with you bowing down to someone. You might have to rescue yourself. You might not get a standing ovation the first few times you perform on stage. But, be there. It is your story. It doesn’t end till you allow it to.