Destiny in a plate...

As if reality was any less weirder, we are loaded with weird, weirder and weirdest dreams every now and then.

My strange dream began with an all suited up God coming to me with two plates in hand. Both plates were covered with choicest of silk cloth. As I begin wondering as to what it could be, God gave me a task to choose between the two plates. He told me that these were the plates of destiny and I had to choose one of the plates. As I questioned about the content in the plates, he further explained that one plate had a perfect scripted life in store for me with a bonus that God would hand over the manuscript of my life and destiny to me. I could be well prepared for anything and everything and life would go in perfect rhythm as scripted. The other plate contained something in complete contrast to the first plate. It was an unfinished script, God was working on it and I was offered to play the lead role in this creation but at the risk that neither God nor I at this moment knew the next step or the next path and everything good or bad that came in the way would become a part of this journey that could be very well called as the God’s work in progress.

I was a conservative person and chose to go with the first plate of pre drafted perfect life and initially I was proud of the choice I made. As scripted, it turned out to be a perfect life. I knew the good, the bad and the ugly. I was bestowed with the best of everything but as time passed I started feeling a sense of vacuum. The breath started suffocating and the emotions seemed artificial. Everything seemed stereotyped and monotonous and I started missing the adventure, excitement and anticipation to provide that pinch of flavour and essence to life. Perfect was boring and knowing the next step in the journey was even more boring.

I decided to go back to God and ask for the second option. God was kind enough to grant the second plate to me instantly without any persuasion and I was all excited and happy to start this roller coaster journey with God as the writer, director and producer of my life’s canvas. Again I was proud of my choice and begin this exciting journey with utmost awe and amazement. Initially it seemed a rosy ride and very moment was a surprise. The constant anticipation gave me a kick greater than any alcohol could. But as time passed this constant doze of shock and surprise became too much to handle. The initial adventure started strangling my soul with the unexpected booms and recessions.

Helplessly I went back to God and asked for the first plate again and again graciously God exchanged my destiny with the sober and predictable plate. Time passed and me being the unsatisfied soul continued to disturb God with constantly exchanging the two plates of destiny. Everytime I promised myself that this would be the last exchange but I broke my own promises.

The dream ended with a funny irony that God had handover both the plates to me and given me the discretion to make my own destiny the way I wanted to. This dream turned out to be a realisation of sorts for my ever wandering soul. I realised how it was a revelation that God gives us every ingredient to churn a perfect dish called life. It's upon us to add the right amount of sweetness, spice and salt to make this life a perfect cocktail of predictability and surprises, being prepared and exploring the unknown and travelling the pre explored roads and going on a journey to the strange lands.