The Chosen One

By Debarati Dutta

Destiny whispered, "He had no chance or choice to help being changed from being the Chosen One!"; 

He was neither given allowance or liberty to think otherwise, 

Since adolescence he was dictated to restore valour and instil bravery in himself, 

He was made to believe tales of misfortunes and pains of those who struggled to make him  their Chosen One, 

His emotional intelligence was dragged to empathize with the millions of ordinary ones and  be rooted to them with his extraordinary nerve and indestructible moral fibre, 

The Chosen One was assigned to be a reason of smiles to all those who fantasized a super  hero in him, 

He was asked to fight the devils and devour the demons with equal calmness and ferocity; He was promised of the "Hall of Fame" if he passes all the tests to be the surreal Victor, 

In the hour of dark defeat, in the crying battle ground he will be adorned with eternal glory of  a martyr, 

His call for duty wanted all these but did he want so or even such a call for duty? He might have wished be a simple man with a beautiful family and have the complexities and ease of the daily life, 

He might have wished not to build an army of endless planning mixed with fear but just built  a flower garden in the backyard, 

Here he could have played with his grandchildren basking in the golden rays of the sunset, 

He might have wished to spend holidays in the grandeur of the uphill or sit relaxed by the  classic sea shores where the flawless waves kissed his spirits,

He might have wished to stay in the warmth of his wooden home and visualize the snowfall without as he slowly greyed with his beloved; 

Destiny seemed to have obliviated such pleasures for him because he had to be upright before  people who narrowed their eyes at his freedom of expression, 

But benefited and savoured through his legendary expressions of freedom, 

He was tolled from infancy till the death bed to carry the grace of earning the name of an  'Epic' 

With the characters who saw, learnt and taught along with him through ages during his thick  and thin, 

With a gigantic laugh of self-mockery, he muttered to himself once again, "He had no chance or choice to help being changed from being the Chosen One!". 

By Debarati Dutta