Seeds Part 1

At 10PM on a Saturday night, a fat man in a South Mumbai theater has a bout of inspiration. A little seed comes into existence inside his brain that, if planted, sheltered and watered just right could become something life-changing! But at that point of time, all of the fat man's energies are focused at sustaining the seed just long enough to be planted into some firm soil somewhere outside this theater.

At A quarter past 5 on a lazy Sunday evening, eight fingers and a couple of thumbs beat away incessantly on a little white keyboard. Letters flash on to a screen. A seed is planted.

A few years later, as the fat man and his friends watch as silent standers-by, that very idea is ruthlessly cut down. A Multiplex is made instead. An idea dies.

Of course, sometimes, a stray seed from a fallen tree is carried further than expected. A little sparrow at 4AM sings a little seed into Somebody's mind ever so gently and from there the idea drips into a little garden that our Mr. Somebody has maintained for far too long without a fruit. A few years later, a revolution occurs. All because of what happened in a South Mumbai theater at 10PM.

Ideas are wonderful. Nai? So wonderful in fact, that I'm going to write about them some more!