I walked into my classroom, clad in a sky blue shirt and a navy blue trouser, my tie tightened to my neck, lunch basket in my hand, and a package of books on my back. It was like any other day except that a terrifying guilt crept and grew deep inside me. I was dull. I knew I had to do the homework, yet I didn't. Miss Shruti, my 7th class science teacher is well known for her knocking knuckles punishment of the steel ruler. I shivered more. Lately came that hour, and so did the teacher. In a few minutes, she was standing in front of me, I handed the empty book to her standing as sweat drenched my socks. I did it. The teacher stood gazing bizarre and a commotion replaced the utter silence. I did disappear. The next moment, I was in my bed. My dad was trying to wake me and he did shake me off the sleep. I woke to see the incomplete notes still on my table, pages fluttering and so were my thoughts. The justice league john effect it was. I was dreaming of having such a superpower to disappear. The dream was special. I dreamed of being technically sound as batman, fast as flash, wearing a ring where light shall take the form I wish and do work for me. Yes, justice league was my dream.
My early teens it was. Running from everywhere I would return to my hall to watch Indian batting. There he walks in. He is a guy not so tall, with a little childish smile, chasing his dreams, hitting the ball everywhere. Then I dream of learning cricket, playing it being the 'tiny master.' This life is simple easy and interesting. He has got lots of money and fame and a loving wife too. I would play cricket all the time, it would be fun. I will take this. Somewhere I hear Spiderman say, "With great power comes great responsibility." justice league fades out of my mind as a career choice given the responsibility that accompanies the power I get. I realize my dreams were a bit too embarrassing and oriented towards my own advantage. I shall call myself selfish then. I won't be selfish.
My early teens it was. Running from everywhere I would return to my hall to watch Indian batting. There he walks in. He is a guy not so tall, with a little childish smile, chasing his dreams, hitting the ball everywhere. Then I dream of learning cricket, playing it being the 'tiny master.' This life is simple easy and interesting. He has got lots of money and fame and a loving wife too. I would play cricket all the time, it would be fun. I will take this. Somewhere I hear Spiderman say, "With great power comes great responsibility." justice league fades out of my mind as a career choice given the responsibility that accompanies the power I get. I realize my dreams were a bit too embarrassing and oriented towards my own advantage. I shall call myself selfish then. I won't be selfish.
I watch Disney princes living the life the way they want, always having a beautiful princess to hold their hand at the end. The life would be full of adventures, forests and magic, evil witches and talking animals. The life as a Disney prince would be fun. And the story would end happily always. Later on, after my youth passes, I would pen down my entire story and live the rest of my life playing with my children and their children too. To be another Tendulkar is not easy. I would have to practice a lot. I would have to overcome all the team politics, I would have to smile at the critic, perform well every day, and dedicate my entire life to the game. No, it needs lot of passion and dedication. I am not that strong nor hawk eyed.
A few years later, I learn of war and bombs. I wish the place I live gets bombed barren and I alone survive, with food for the rest of my life alive, and so does that one friend whose company makes the rest of the world seem meaningless. I wish to go on a long jeep drive forever through the desert and the forest and be at peace on white sandy beaches and baskets of peaches. It is much better than running across unknown ways every day in the search of a princess or a golden treasure. The Disney prince's job ends with his marriage. Later let the princess become the jealous ugly queen, or eat too much royal food and become the fat lady, no one cares. The life shall be plain and I will have subjects to look after. It will be more of a headache. No, I don't want it.
I cross 18 someday. I shall be officially licensed to drive. I dream to sit behind the wheels of a 63 AMG or 6 series convertible and race through the life, thrilled by the speed and savoring the driving pleasure dashing amidst cars. But what of a world where no one lives? I call it a day dream and move on further, for without a fellow human being, I am a lonely one and I hate being it. So, I decide that I should be a part of the society.
Today, despite a thousand such dreams, I realize what I always dreamed of. It was of a life of not being mine. I dreamed with eyes wide open, nerves passing currents every moment, my senses at work. Yes I day dreamed. And sooner or later I always realized that this life is the best, despite all the complexities it puts to display. Sharing my love, chasing my passion, serving my fellows, I shall do all that my destiny directs me to, for that journey is my life. It defines me. It shall write my story and that shall be the best literature I will ever read, inside my mind, turning through the pages of memories, because this life is the most awesome thing that can ever happen to me. Your dreams may be different, so may be your thoughts, your destinies and your lives. Yet we love our own history than any other fairy tale.
A few years later, I learn of war and bombs. I wish the place I live gets bombed barren and I alone survive, with food for the rest of my life alive, and so does that one friend whose company makes the rest of the world seem meaningless. I wish to go on a long jeep drive forever through the desert and the forest and be at peace on white sandy beaches and baskets of peaches. It is much better than running across unknown ways every day in the search of a princess or a golden treasure. The Disney prince's job ends with his marriage. Later let the princess become the jealous ugly queen, or eat too much royal food and become the fat lady, no one cares. The life shall be plain and I will have subjects to look after. It will be more of a headache. No, I don't want it.
I cross 18 someday. I shall be officially licensed to drive. I dream to sit behind the wheels of a 63 AMG or 6 series convertible and race through the life, thrilled by the speed and savoring the driving pleasure dashing amidst cars. But what of a world where no one lives? I call it a day dream and move on further, for without a fellow human being, I am a lonely one and I hate being it. So, I decide that I should be a part of the society.
Today, despite a thousand such dreams, I realize what I always dreamed of. It was of a life of not being mine. I dreamed with eyes wide open, nerves passing currents every moment, my senses at work. Yes I day dreamed. And sooner or later I always realized that this life is the best, despite all the complexities it puts to display. Sharing my love, chasing my passion, serving my fellows, I shall do all that my destiny directs me to, for that journey is my life. It defines me. It shall write my story and that shall be the best literature I will ever read, inside my mind, turning through the pages of memories, because this life is the most awesome thing that can ever happen to me. Your dreams may be different, so may be your thoughts, your destinies and your lives. Yet we love our own history than any other fairy tale.