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I am walking aimlessly on the street, looking for a decent
place to buy shoes. All I see is rows and rows and rows of endless, glittering,
shimmering, shining, sparkling heels. Don't they have anything for normal short
people who don't really mind being short? It might take hours to find my kind
of shoes. A girl comes up behind me and taps me on my shoulder. I whip around
to see an unfamiliar face. Do I know her? Or she one of those long-distant
relatives I have no clue about?
"Excuse me, can I please have your autograph? I'm a huge fan
of yours...I want to show my friends that I've actually met the author of this
most amazing book!", she said, pointing to a book that had "National
bestseller" embossed on its cover. Oh yeah, that's the book I published. "Did
you like it?" I asked her. "Like it? You've got to be kidding me...I've fallen
in love with this thing! The way you write is just out of the world! Hey, do
you mind signing a few more times? My friends are on their way here to meet
you." I turned pink because of the compliments. I tried to fish for more. "How
many others do you know who like my book?" She huffed and said, "Like duh, the
rest of the world! I haven't met a single person who has read this book and not
liked it. When is your next book coming up?" I was swelling so much in pride,
that had I been made of rubber, I would have surely exploded! Soon, her friends
and friends of her friends arrived and i was surrounded by people who all
claimed to be my biggest fan, jostling for my attention, getting me to sign
their hands, books, bags etc.
I tried to be modest, but modesty seemed to have taken a
hike. I signed my name and bounced across the rest of the road. So my dream had
finally come true! I had broken the traditional barriers and made success out
of something no-one had believed in! I am actually a successful writer! No-one
can contradict me for doing something that was not stereotypical. I finally
proved myself. I have finally shown the world that I can do what my heart wants
to and spend the rest of my life writing stories and amusing people and
enjoying life to the fullest...BANG! A car hit me from behind.
"Wake up, sleepyhead! You'll be late for school!!!" my mom
screamed in my ears. Oh shit! I'm going to be so late. As I hurriedly took a
bath and slipped on my uniform, I could not help thinking, "Can my dream ever
come true? Will I ever be able to turn my dream into reality?"
Today, the fast-moving world demands nothing less than
highly competitive individuals who need to run fast before they get trampled by
the coming lot. Everyone wants a secure life, with benefits and comforts.
Sadly, the fastest and most guaranteed way to grab these is competition. We
spend half our life, competing with the rest of the world, for established,
recognized positions because that is what elders tell us will set our future
that we forget what our heart wants to compete for. Everyone around us tell us
to become an engineer, or a doctor, or something else that is 'well respected
in the Indian society'. Everyone around me is busy preparing to be an IITian or
an NITian simply because that is one career line that will guarantee a good
future. No-one really bothers to stop and think for a second about what they'd
like to do if they could have their dreams fulfilled. Sometimes, when some kid
does try to pursue his dream, he is halted by his worrisome parents who think
it unadvisable to pursue anything that has not been branded yet. Has any parent
ever encouraged their child and said it's ok if he became a cook? That it's
alright if their child wants to become an artist? How many parents haven't
laughed when their children desired to become a musician? How many parents
haven't scoffed when their child wants to be a potter, or a reader in english
or history or some other seemingly mundane subject? People surely admire
Sanjeev Kapoor for his mouth-watering dishes, marvel at MF Hussain's
masterpieces and sing along the latest tracks of Bollywood, but how many of
them wish their children could be like that?
How many people truly have the guts to believe that their
dreams are not just fantasies? How many people dare to take the road not taken.
We're too scared of the path that has no guarantee, fearing that we might get
hurt, that there might be more thorns than roses. Will it ever be worth it?
Will it all worth the risk? Will I ever be able to say someday, that taking the
other path has made all the difference in life? Maybe. Maybe not.
In today's scam-ridden world which is heading for recession
yet again, where nature is lashing at its fury at every chance it gets, with
cheaters and corrupted people in our tow, there's really no promise that tells
us that money will keep us happy for ever. So maybe, we should take a chance to
make our dream come true. Give wings to those dreams that are screaming to be
heard from inside us. Do what your heart wants to. So even if you die tomorrow,
you know that your heart will live on forever.
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