Doomed by Destiny and Moved by Fate

While destiny is a timeless journey of life, time and circumstances, decide the course of journey in life. Ambition and desire lure a man into life of responsibilities from which it is not easy to extricate one self out. One can do little more than resign in life, which hems him in, and watch and wait. However, I never lost my faith in the prophecy. I ardently believed, one day it would be strengthened by an unexpected confirmation and I will surely meet my dream personality, which the prophecy proclaimed in somewhat uncertain terms at the time of my birth.

Professional work threw me for several months into frequent contact with a person, for whom I always entertain a high respect and friendly regard. I really do not know whether he is my dream personality.

He was, exceedingly astute and know human nature through and through. Many years earlier, he held the post of professor of psychology at one of the universities, but an academic life was not to his taste. He deserted it for pastures where he could put his amazing range of knowledge to more practical use. For a period, he also acted as advisor to magnates of the business world drawing large retainer fees from such large corporates.

He was born with remarkable gift of inspiring others to their best endeavour. Every person who came in contact with him from office boy to business magnate, found practical help and new enthusiasm from the contact. Sometimes, they received golden advice.

I made it a practice to take careful note of any counsel he gave me. His foresight and insight usually received startling verification in both business and personal matter.

I enjoyed his speech, I suppose, because he had succeeded in fusing the elements of introspection and extrospection in his own nature, with the result he could talk profound philosophy one minute and deal with a hardcore commercial complex problem next.

Withal he was never dull, always witty and radiating good humor.

He took me into his circle of intimate friendship. Sometimes, we had spent several hours at a time in mingled social work and cryptic debate about the need of such social work in God’s Kingdom.

I was never tired of listening to his talk, for its latitude of subjects enthralled me. I often wonder how one small head could carry all he knew.

One night, which was my last encounter with him, we went out to dine together in a little Bohemian restaurant, where pleasantly shaded lights and nice cooked, food created a strong aroma of its own.

After the meal, we discovered a full moon resplendent in the heavens above us. Tempted by the witchery of its poetic light, we decided to walk back homewards.

The conversation had been somewhat light and frivolous for most of the evening, but as we walked through the quiet streets, our conversation drifted into philosophical depths.

When we neared his abode, he suddenly turned and proffered a hand in farewell. With my hand in his grip, he addressed me in grave tone and said slowly. ‘I wish you might never have entered into his engineering profession. You are really a philosopher caught up in ‘the ink-slinging business of writing’.

That was our last meeting. I still do not know whether he could have been my dream personality, as I realised, I have already been molded in his shape.

Since then, I walked in my life greatly puzzled for having made a blunder in my life for choosing a wrong profession, which through has given me enough satisfaction, if no joy of happiness.

I started sinking deeper and deeper into a maze of activities from which escape seemed increasingly difficult.

Now, I question myself, am I not doomed by destiny to remain imprisoned in this maze of private bonds and personal ambitions?

However, I know, each one of us in walk of life is never satisfied with what one possessed and desired something more and something different than what destiny and unknown God has portioned in life.

I realized fate issue its orders to everybody, everyday. Though we are not literate enough to be able to read them, all of us unconsciously move about to obey and that is the course of journey in every life, -‘doomed by destiny and moved by fate’.

I no longer remained perturbed for having made a wrong choice on life. It matters least whether I am in a profusion of engineering of ‘ink-slinging business of writing’.

The vision disappeared as mysteriously as it had come. It left me feeling exalted, happy and unperturbed by its supernormal nature.

Shall I dismiss it as a dream?