The World from the eyes of Forrest Gump...

Hi All,

My name is Gump, Forrest Gump. No, I am not trying to imitate the famous British agent “James bond, 007”. It's just that I feel proud of my name, because my Mama gave it to me, and I like the sound of it.

People say that I am mentally Weaker compared to them. They tell me that I am different from them. I really don't know whether there is any truth in the former part, but yeah, the latter part is true.

I am different from the rest of people. I hardly understand what drives people around me. I know its wrong to think like this, but I really hate, the way I have seen people being happy about other's miseries, the way people step back on their own words, the way people tell lies, in order to evade helping the needful ones is something which I couldn't understand. I don't understand my fellow beings articulately. No matter, how much I try to put myself in their shoes. I fail to think like them, after a certain point. I don't know whether I was born with an extra sense, or I do lack a particular one, which makes me like the way I am. May be it's because I was born with weak legs.

I really hate myself sometimes, thinking wrong about my fellow beings. I mean, all of them can't be so bad, as they seem. There is something which I just can't grasp. May be it's because of my Weak IQ, as my Principal used to tell my Mama.

Take the case of Mr. Brown and Mr. Spencer. They were childhood buddies. And when his friend was dying, Mr. Brown promised that he will look after Mrs. Spencer and his 10 year old daughter. But somehow, Mrs. Spencer looks like she still needs more help, and the 10 year old Rosy looks like she isn't getting enough to eat. May be, she is missing Mr. Spencer too much. Mr. Brown is doing good though. God must be paying him back for keeping his promise to his childhood buddy. But people speak so many bad things about him, I really can't understand why.

There are some things, which confuse me more than the rest of them. Like why was I was given a medal to save my buddies in Vietnam? I didn't save them, God saved them. I only carried them, ran a little and put them in shade, away from the flames of napalm bombs. Like why did Lieutenant Dan, feel bad when he didn't die? I know he lost his Legs, and I know he must be feeling pretty sad for loosing them, but at least he still has got the head and 2 arms properly in their place. Poor Bubba, lost his life, and I didn't get the bitterness in his voice, which I used to feel in Lt. Dan's voice.

But one thing, I must give credit to my fellow beings, they are very smart. The reason I say so...is because I believe in "Life is a box of Chocolates, and you never know what you are going to get". But this must be too simple for them. They talk about such important and abstract concepts like Honor, Goals, and self satisfaction.

I could never even grasp the meanings of all these terms. All my Mama taught me is to live honestly, never to break a Promise, and always to help my friends and fellow brothers. May be she forgot these terms, or may be she thought, I wasn't intelligent to understand these. But what confuses me all the more is Mama, never thought that I couldn't understand something.

The only person who could understand me was Jenny. And I miss her. I told Jenny once, "I may not be a Smart Man, but I know what Love is". I know it's silly to say so, But I still love her, I love her all the more, and I miss her. I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there's anything you need, I won't be far away.

I hope, I will be born smart next time, so that I can understand my friends better. I am not greedy, I just want to know my friends better.

P.S - I have taken the liberty to copy some Dialogues from the Movie and have used them without changing. I hereby Declare that they are from the movie "Forrest Gump", Screen play by "Eric Roth", and Based on a novel by "Winston Groom".