Colours of the Wind

The one thing that people (family, friends) always associated (read still associate) with me is my lack of alertness. I have fallen (literally and figuratively) a lot of times – too many times as some would say – because of my absent-mindedness. But whatever and how-many-ever the case(s), I still cant keep m

yself from gaping at the sky and escaping into my own amazing planet while trying to matter in this little world of ours.

A new addition to my planet is something that I have been fascinated, no, raptured by for many years.

I saw it the first time in “Pocahontas” (my favourite disney character, by the way) when I thought that was just the brilliance of an imagineer (please google 'imagineer', if you dont know what it means). Then I saw it again, in Brother Bear and most recently, in Happy Feet.

('tis most amazing how Disney and others' animated movies can provide a portal to your own planet; where imagination is set free)

Naïve that I am, I didnt think this was a real phenomena. Dont fret, “this” is to be revealed to you soon.

Then, on my way to try and see the world through backpacking – an email came my way – offering me to take me to a place where I can witness this brilliance – IN ACTUALITY!

IT'S REAL?! (one exclaimation mark does'nt really express my ecstatic state, but nor will three and I am fond of grammar)

I googled it's name (and oh, what a glorious name it is) – AURORA BOREALIS – more commonly known as NORTHERN LIGHTS.

(Named so after the Roman goddess of 'dawn' – 'AURORA' and the Greek word for 'north wind' – 'BOREAS'!)

It is scientifically explained as the combination of some of the earth's atmospheric gases with the sun's which creates a sort of light show (rays of green, blue, red, and even violet in moving and pulsating shapes)

For me, this phenomena is nothing short of magic – and the folklores about it do agree.

And if not in march 2010, I will go someday, and see this phenomena – which looks as if beauty of all the world's dreams has been put together.

I will stand transfixed; paralysed by what lies before me and think about the MINDBOGGLING FACT that I am made from the same matter which makes aurora...

Even though i've not yet seen it, even the photos of AURORAE (plural for aurora) are a door to a new place – of dream like reality. Of a place where watching it, I become one with the phenomena and fly in the starry sky. Of a reality that is so gorgeous, it makes me question if it is real, at all.

Maybe that's what happens when the men and women of the world become cold and cynical and untrue. Maybe our priorities are really mixed up.

I say this because it is beyond me – why a schedule, a plan is more important than shape of clouds, constellations, aurorae...

Why we don't understand just how essential it is to, in Pocahontas' words to – “paint with all the colours of the wind”

But then again, that's just the rant of an absentminded kid, right?