The night I met Renaissance!

I do not recall the day I started loving Renaissance; but whatever it is has always fascinated me. Whenever I hear the names who were born in the medieval era; I get excited from the top of my lungs. Thankfully, seems like my grandfather was a huge fan of Renaissance too. He has a book which is written by Shakespeare. Everything about the medieval era is just beautiful. Dreamers are always judged for not being realists. And the fight between dreamers and realists and idealists will go on for ages. Then even though many of you still love a movie like, 'Dead Poets' Society'. Why? Because we love the idea of it, sometimes being away from the real world and it's expectations from you; staying away from the reality just for a little bit. Anyway, I am very fond of renaissance. Very few people get the idea of it, understand it because the words and the sentences have old English language which is sometimes difficult to understand. This is about the night at 2 am when I fought with my parents and it got worst at one point that when everyone went to sleep; I brought out my wall paint colours and painted an unbalanced doodle of many countries and it's names and where I'd travel. Medieval Europe is one of the eras I'd love to visit anytime. Any day, any night. My friends have seen the wall, many pictures have been taken as well until now. But I'd like to share a thing today with everyone:

"May I help you? You seem lost." I look at the handsome young man. Possibly in his twenties; my mouth goes dry and I keep staring at him. Without saying a word, I stood up and it's like I have seen him somewhere. A very familiar and popular face indeed. And I was about to say something; to my surprise, another young man joins him. I still stand in silence. "Hiya, all right young lady? It's dark. Are you a traveler?" I looked up. Yes, it is indeed dark. I can almost see the main street light which is wet due to rain. Their clothes look different. I am wearing my normal casuals; a turtle neck black top, a jeans, a jacket and my pair of black shoes. The first guy has nice huge light greenish eyes; he is wearing a huge maroon coat, which almost covers half of him. A fluffy white collar and long black boots. He looks so royal! Where the heck am I? I finally grab some courage and say Hi to them. They are pleased that I finally say something. At least their expressions say so. "I am George...George Byron perhaps! And you, my lady?" Okay, what did he just say? He is George BYRON? What is this? He is surely kidding. "Pardon me, what? You're Lord Byron? Did I get it right?" I asked. "That's quite right lady. Let me escort you to your destination. Where are you headed? And what should I call you by? Your good name?" he asks. "I am just one of your admirers you would say." I say. I look at the other guy; he seems relaxed. Am I the only one who is hyper inside? Well, who wouldn't be hyper? 

"And you are Percy? You're Percy Shelley, aren't you?" I asked the other guy. He also has the similar wardrobe which Byron has. But a huge black coat; a small white collar which has two buttons open, from where I am able to see a golden brooch on it. It looks good on him. Of course, they are indeed royal. At least to the dreamers and poets and writers. "There is a cafe nearby. Let's take you there, shall we?" Percy asks. I do not hesitate for a moment. Byron whistles to someone amidst the road and there comes a 1870's car. It's so small. But I am gobsmacked already. A vintage car; who would get to sit in this car today? I sit inside. 

( An electric vintage car from 1870s)

They seem to be lost in their conversation and I keep listening to whatever they're saying. Although I am really lost at the thought that how am I here? How is my dream becoming true? Are they for real? Is this really happening? We get down at a small cafe. My vision is kind of blurry; I need a coffee desperately. 

(Coffee shops in 1870s in England)

After the coffee session; I want to feel the moment of it. I am with the legends of the world for gods sake! I need to talk the hell out of me right now. As they bid me good bye, I ask them to wait. "Can I please have some time with you both? I have some questions and perhaps doubts and a lot of things in mind." They don't hesitate. They nod and Percy asks him something and Byron agrees to it. "Oh why not, lady? But hurry up, we don't have much time." Well I nod and I start my thing which I have always wanted to say to the men who wrote one of the world's greatest love letters and poems. "So believe it or not; I think I am here from the future. And I am facing...I mean our generation has changed in all sorta ways. It's almost like many of us do not fancy the idea of being a dreamer or not being a realist. Unfortunately, I am one of the dreamers you can say. I write a lot of things about romanticism, the idea and concept of love and whatever relates to it. It's not like people like me don't agree to be in a world of practicality. We do like it as well; but we tend to love the idea of love too. People around me have stopped believing in love. Consider me as a spokesperson for our generation which exists in the year 2016; where we live in a world of realists, practicality and where relations of all sorts are like a deal between two parties. Everything is discussed and then it is started. No one wants to let it happen as it does in this era. Your era has given us a lot of thinkers, philosophers; your writings have made us into whole new different personalities. But I do not wish to change this me. Not only me; I am sure many of us want to convey this to you but you men would not be physically present in the year 2016 around us; which is the disheartening part for me. I have had always wanted to meet you people. So even though I am sure you people are just a thought of my brain, I miss you. I haven't seen you in real or how you look in reality, but I miss the idea of you people. And I am sure, many people miss you guys. Getting me?" I am almost into tears. And I am done..They look quite puzzled. Darn, I spoke a lot as usual didn't I? To my surprise, they smile and then the Lord speaks, "My lady, you're quite one charming woman. So let me get this straight and make this less complicated for you. Your generation has two classifications: The ones who are practical and then there are dreamers like you." I nod. Percy smiles. George continues, "Lady, the great object of life is sensation - to feel that we exist, even though in pain. And out of chaos, god made a world. And out of high passions comes people. You do not change according to the world. The world changes according to you. I am nothing right now. We both write poetry because we love it. We indeed do. Some thinkers might oppose us; in fact some of them did. But we won't stop. Are you getting me?" I nod, and I am crying. They feel it. They feel all of it; my silent cries, my teary eyes, the eyes which show the confusion and excitement. I don't know. I am so numb at that moment. Suddenly they get up; the lord takes my hand, kisses it lightly and they vanish. The cafe vanishes; everything vanishes around me.

It's 6.37 am. I get up, I literally sprang up on my bed. This was surreal. The Lord wrote so many good poems; one of my favourites is this: 

 


      George Gordon Byron              Percy Bysshe Shelley
         (Lord Byron, 1788-1824)                                              (1792-1822)

After that dream; I never looked back at those people who said that the concept of romanticism does not exist. Not at all trying to be sexist here; but those who stated this to me personally were men. Those who weren't bothered enough about my existence and the other half were those who were hurt by their pasts. I am so sure; if Lord Byron was present today, he would be the guy I would fall for. Not because he is a dreamer; but he believes in us. Romanticism, out of the box minds has made writers, poets, artists, thinkers of all sorts. If you don't agree to my statement; why do you think Robin Williams says, "Engineering, Science, Medicine, Law, Business are necessary to sustain life. But poetry, romance, beauty, love is what we stay alive for." Don't we all? Let's be honest; respecting all professions here; we do love the idea of this right?

My day with Renaissance. My love for this era can never die. Love is eternal :) 

God bless these men who wrote such wonderful stuff for us.

I am yet to read "Love letters of great men Volumes 1, 2 and 3". But I am sure; they'd be great indeed.

Cheers,

Sanica.