Pocketa Pocketa

Human mind is a universe in itself. Nebulas of feelings seeding an array of multi-coloured starry thoughts or a black hole of betrayal reducing oxytocin levels. Whatever be the situation one thing which doesn’t change is human tendency to do the Waltz Mitty.

A Ben Stiller Walter Mitty skating down the lush hills during a Nordic spring or an original James Thruber version going pocketa pocketa on the warship. Reverie, day dream, whatever you say, it can be the weirdest thing which makes life complete.

Set your targets, focus, don’t deviate and don’t dream…C’mon life is more than just a routine

Some may call it escapism but it’s:

‘The inward eye’, which is the bliss of solitude. Sometimes all it takes is a journey, maybe a journey of miles, of miles futile and futile smiles, which makes you realise there is always more to you. The miles need not be tangible, more than the distance travelled it’s the distance covered which matters. The people we meet and the memories which remain, are the treasures of life in a measure of time. Add to that the gift of imagination. Even the things which were never there can come true in that world. A sceptic would call it a hallucination, a cynic: phantasm, a poet: fantasy. All nomenclature is irrelevant. Because this journey is within.

Fictitious yet so real, a new life, premiering every time the eye is closed to the world, showcasing the realities a contact lens vision would never allow. Now that is something pure because it’s straight from the heart. Recall any beautiful memory, the Himalayas or the French Alps. Imagine being there solo, arms stretched, feeling the snow, breathing the free air or maybe sipping a cup of coffee with the loved one of your life. Lovely isn’t it. You can actually feel the warmth inside. Or, walking down the beaches the utopian isles conversing with your guiding angel, knowing more about that soul. The moments relived the words un-heard: spoken in that sublime existence. It is a world in our control, just the way we want to create it.

Well what good does this pseudo vision do?

It is all madness against the crude truth of life; it is kind of running away from the harsh realities. Mr Mitty was constantly troubled by his nagging wife, and had this escape-route for preserving his sanity. He was an escapist.

Not an escape route but an escapade.

What is the life if full care, we have no time to stand and stare. Or as Wordsworth, ‘in vacant or in pensive mood’ these moments flash as the bliss of solitude. Therefore, if we are too harsh, too crude with ourselves we shall definitely miss the quintessence of life. A Waltz Mitty shall help us in extracting that quintessence. It is all about the memories; it’s all about feeling good and happy from inside. A ‘patronus charm’ only worked if it had a happy impulse driving it. (All the Potter freaks would agree for sure, the others can always agree to disagree).

Being in that dreamy world allows us to be think like a child, hence develop a free spirited independent thought, away from stereotyped conceived premonitions of logic, of dogma, of right and wrong of and of possible and impossible. This power can change the course of humanity.

Imagine if Da Vinci had never dreamt of a flying machine or Archimedes had not day dreamt about buoyancy and if Mother Teresa had strongly disapproved of seeing Christ in her dream, the world would have been a different place. It’s very important to be open minded and the Waltz Mitty is that freestyle move for instant nirvana.

Dream big and act..that's the secret of life..the secret life of Walter Mitty.

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