Infinite miles apart | Superstars | Deepsikha Roy | pixtox |

Growing up in the captivating Era of Rajesh Khanna, vocalizing enchanting Bollywood dialogues were one of his treasured works. He was one of those kids in our settlement from whom neighbours used to get pissed off very often due to his wayward behaviour. The ones who really adored him, used to call him "the chota Rajesh Khanna" of India. From his salad days, his only dream was to become a famous Bollywood actor, one like the first 'superstar' of India and getting declared in the television. On his 10th birthday, we enlisted him in a nearby acting school to nurture the wings of the little boy who wanted to fly his dreams.

Later, as he reached his early juvenescence, his animated dreams of a perfect life onscreen started losing colour. He emerged to be more indulged in a realistic existence. He still wanted to become a hero, not just act like one.

He wanted to be a non-fictional warrior in his own cinema, named 'life'.

As parents, never did we cloud the sky to his aspirations.

I still remember when he cleared his CRPF constable test in the second attempt and was all ready to mount the vision of his self directed movie.

I remember,

when for the first time we got his letters of well-being and achievements,

When his foremost dream turned true,

When he was aired all over the television and news,

And the nation witnessed his courage and combatant hues.

He indeed became a hero of the cinema,

The entire nation puts him in the avatar of an enigma.

He indeed succeeded to be a 'superstar',

Now, gleaming overhead somewhere in the galaxy, infinite miles apart.

Certainly, his fictitious onscreen fantasies faded long ago,

In the contrary, the enhanced tricolours that wrapped him in respect, concealed the charred figure,

Gut wrenching to show.

Gestures of bravery and pride is what the nation claims,

And then the unending hatred in the border still continues to rain.

Then, my further superstars advance to serve,

Underneath, the cold bitterness is yet in reserve.

           ~ A proud motherland on behalf of every gratifying mother of the 'superstars'.

                                *****

Three years to the heart tormenting bravery of the diverse CRPF personnel  in Pulwama, Jammu and Kashmir.

The offscreen superstars of India who were aired all over, has some tales to feel in common. 

I, Deepsikha Roy, has spared no effort in fictionalizing a reality with a narrative.

Dropping it a day before to spare the beautiful hours of tomorrow to share love. 

Hope you take a shine to it, precious. Your criticism is highly esteemed and admired. 

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