"Life is your restaurant
And I'm your maitre d'
C'mon whisper what it is you want
"You ain't never had a friend like me."
I wonder if the genie had a friend when he decided to throw away the lamp forever and take away the magic he had promised Aladdin. It must have been dark inside esp when he had to light the way for the master without a flicker for himself.
Mrs. Doubtfire is no more, Garp is gone, Dr. Nielsen has left; Dr. Malcolm Sawyer gave up, Alan Parish is lost in Jumanji; may be the hunter got him finally. Patch Adams isn't laughing anymore, Dr. Maguire and Will don't meet anymore and John Keating won't be in class again. I never realized until now that how often he was the doctor, the therapist; the teacher, the husband; who was dealing with the pain of suicide and darkness. He had such passion and vigor as if it was real life. Little did I realize that in a way it was.
I wish it wasn't true but the reality is that it is. I had hoped that it was a hoax when the text appeared on my phone but this one time - there was no hoax. Only the harsh realization that darkness doesn't distinguish between a genius comedian or an ordinary person. It doesn't leave any doors open when it creeps in the nooks and crannies of a mind, no windows to let the air in; and no secret passages to escape either. It comes in and takes what it wants and leaves nothing but disaster and confusion in it's wake.
I am at loss for words so I will just say,
RIP Genie. May you finally have the vacation you always wanted. May you have a friend who has the magic you were giving us and I hope your ship has finally set sail for open seas.
Oh Captain, my captain - smooth sailing and calm seas. You will be missed forever.
And I'm your maitre d'
C'mon whisper what it is you want
"You ain't never had a friend like me."
I wonder if the genie had a friend when he decided to throw away the lamp forever and take away the magic he had promised Aladdin. It must have been dark inside esp when he had to light the way for the master without a flicker for himself.
Mrs. Doubtfire is no more, Garp is gone, Dr. Nielsen has left; Dr. Malcolm Sawyer gave up, Alan Parish is lost in Jumanji; may be the hunter got him finally. Patch Adams isn't laughing anymore, Dr. Maguire and Will don't meet anymore and John Keating won't be in class again. I never realized until now that how often he was the doctor, the therapist; the teacher, the husband; who was dealing with the pain of suicide and darkness. He had such passion and vigor as if it was real life. Little did I realize that in a way it was.
I wish it wasn't true but the reality is that it is. I had hoped that it was a hoax when the text appeared on my phone but this one time - there was no hoax. Only the harsh realization that darkness doesn't distinguish between a genius comedian or an ordinary person. It doesn't leave any doors open when it creeps in the nooks and crannies of a mind, no windows to let the air in; and no secret passages to escape either. It comes in and takes what it wants and leaves nothing but disaster and confusion in it's wake.
I am at loss for words so I will just say,
RIP Genie. May you finally have the vacation you always wanted. May you have a friend who has the magic you were giving us and I hope your ship has finally set sail for open seas.
Oh Captain, my captain - smooth sailing and calm seas. You will be missed forever.
