Why am I talking about paper rockets?
Well, out of nowhere on a burning afternoon they made a
sense to me, an idea to be exact, something which accidently popped out in my
curious little head. It may seem completely stupid to some of you, but I still
have to write this down….so please bear with me. ;)
Almost all of us have made paper rockets and watched them
sail in the air in crazy patterns unexplained by the existing mathematical
functions.
Apart from the awe inspiring scene of flight it offers, what
if we can make them fly for a reason. I am not talking about proving Einstein
or Newton wrong, what I mean is what if we can transfer a part of our life into
this blood less material and see what happens when they fly out of our hands. That is what “PAPER ROCKETS” is about.....
.........HappYness......
We all want to be happy. As a matter of fact we are living
to be happy. To achieve this hard target in every possible way and keeping it
together as long as we could. And of course we always fail doing that.
There are times when we are overwhelmed by joy and smiles
and sunny days. And there are times when it’s dark and cloudy and we stand
there with a static mind. This happens to me, you and everyone in an
irregularly-regular basis.
There is no need for me to blabber about “How to spend your
best times?” because there’s no need and you are the experts.
But people need help at their bad times. And this is what I
can offer. Of course it won’t work for all of you. But at least for a few, I hope it will be of some help.
Modus Operandi
Step 1
Take a piece of paper, clean enough to write and long enough
to fold.
Step 2
Write down like a bucket list, your problems in shortest
words possible with bullets or numbers.
Step 3
Make a rocket out of the paper with the written side
concealed.
Step 4
Take a hike to a height anywhere you like.
Step 5
Let the rocket fly J
Now don’t look at it. Don’t try to trace it. Let it be on
its own and just hope…
Courtesy: The Shawshank Redemption
So hope that it has reached somewhere, long from you to someone
strange. Maybe he/ she took it and read it and heard what you had to say and
somewhere inside felt a bit for you.
Or hope that the one you miss has his/ her window opened and your messenger found there the right spot to hit.
Or hope that it made all the way across the clouds and got
stuck in some angel’s wings. And she had them delivered to the big guy. And he
reads it, thinks about it and sends someone down to your pit, with some magical
dust to make everything..OKAY
P.S :- Just keep in mind the chances of rain, lightning bolts or
someone using it as toilet paper. Well it all depends on how the wind blows. :D
