Just Blogging

Its been a year and a half since I had last posted here. Never thought I would find the time and piece of mind to come back here and blog about me. And suddenly today I came here to write a few words. I know a lot happened to me, in the last 1.5 years, in fact, really a lot lot... so much that I had moved on to a whole new world. I started some of my dreams, realized a lot about myself, and even made a pretty cool blog (at least the coolest to me) about my works with some super awesome friends I met in these few years.

But yeah, a personal blog is always personal. Yes its true that I ain't regular here, and don't think I'll ever be able to be regular here. But yeah sometimes I felt a lot about having a personal blog, and so I made this, and sometimes when I have something to look back to, this is here to tell me about my past days.

So today when I opened up after months, it showed around 2.9K views, not much as a blog, and the 2nd blog I started, which I don't think I'll ever update again, 26K.... that's the views there. Was surprised, but felt good. I hope my new blog goes there some day. So whats the new blog? Ohh I started shooting photos, as a hobby and then did a few works as an amateur, also made a couple of short films, made a blog about it. And here is: Visual Krafts : http://visualkrafts.wordpress.com/

Alright, so is it that I am talking about my new blog, to launch it here? No, I had launched and shared a few months back,and it is something that is keeping me busy for the time being, and producing stuff to put up on that blog is really not an easy affair. Alright so enough of that, now coming to what it is that brought me here.

Yes I am a lonely soul out here, and I hardly get someone to openly speak my hearts out to, so I had started writing this blog, and then a had left it for a year and a half.. What was it? I had some one else to speak to? No, not that, I was literally too busy to need some one to talk to. I just kept to myself. I was and still is too occupied exploring photography, clicking photos, making short videos, documentaries, films and similar stuff.

And today I was catching up with HIMYM's latest season and I found out something about myself.
Broken relationships are like broken glass. You go out to fix it, you hurt your own hands.
All true till now.
So what next? Well here is the twist.

A relationship is like a glass. It falls down at times, you raise a toast at times. A few glasses break as soon as they fall. A few don't. A few are made of glass, and some are of steel. It falls, falls, and falls again, but never breaks. It gets scratches, but never breaks. Yes I had a relationship like this. It fell, fell again, it was left out, it was stolen, it was beaten up, but still it didn't break. The moment I saw the glass, all I wanted was to pick it up and feel its strength. The very fact that I knew that the glass was made of steel, made me took up other glasses and throw them and allow them to break, because I knew I had my glass of steel. But after a long long time, when everything has moved on, and you don't want to break more glasses, the steel glass comes back to you scratched, and a bit bent. You pick it up and kiss it. You have no complains when you have it back, but deep inside you feel guilty that you let it go, and it got scratched. And scratched so hard, that you feel it when you touch it. Is it the same glass still or is it that you want a softer new glass, but you know you won't be getting a steel glass easily?

Its  not easy to break every glass, and destroying the glasses is even harder. Some broken glasses fix itself, some scratched glasses won't let you hold another glass for years. And some people would be satisfied with a broken glass put together. Some times you want to snatch a glass, sometimes you want a glass to be destroyed so that you can feel a new one.

I know I want the last, but its difficult to destroy a glass, and then get a new one, especially when you know that you would see the destroyed glass come alive again later like a phoenix even if it is for an hour when you are drunk with your friends.

Had to be quick to make a post here, lots of mistakes, forgive me!!! Just wanted to share a thought here, so came and posted it at once.

Cheers!
Anish

Fever!!!

This post is actually about nothing.

Finally almost after 2 years I was again down with fever. Reason: Season change? Viral? Who wants to know when either way you have to go to the doc, get a prescription and take drugs.  Isn’t it better to think of what else you can do during this fever and use the time productively rather than trying to be a doctor, finding out what caused your fever?  In any case I am not interested in being a doctor – Engineering is far better to me. (Okay doctors, don’t get angry. It’s my personal choice. I didn’t mean to start a fight between you guys and us)

Now I thought, what’s so good about having fever? Well you get some extra holidays and who does not love holidays? No work, no studies, no going out in the sun. Just sleep. You get loads and loads of time to simply sleep and take rest. Oh yeah and sleeping is one of my favourite pastimes (well if it can be called as a pastime). No one dares to yell at you for waking up late (or not waking up). No one wants you to wake up. The bed is all yours to enjoy (but you are usually alone). In fact people will suggest you to go to bed and enjoy some slumber.

But yeah, I do agree that you miss out a great deal of fun going on in college. You seem to be at the same place while the world runs past you. Friends call you up, give you all the news what all is going on and what not, yes you get excited, but sadly you don’t have an option.

And yes to make my life better this time I had my lappy with me and also a sound internet connection. Connect to the internet and what else do you open other than Facebook? You get to know what cooking around, who won that match in college. When will the party be… blah blah blah.. all general college stuff.  Interesting thing – I found out who else was down with fever just like me. And another friend was also there with me. I wasn’t alone.

Good news about this blog. This fever finally gave me so much free time during the odd hours when it used to lessen a bit, that I am finally being able to write something for the blog. Also I could see that now blogger had brought cool new dynamic view templates. I was thinking if I would be giving a complete makeover to my blog, but then receded back. This blog lacks pictures. I understood this while trying to experiment with those. So now I will search and put up pictures with almost every post to make them look more interesting. I am also planning to post photos that I click every weekend in a monthly post. I am making resolutions one after another about my blog. Don’t know if I will able to keep even one. Okay now I again go to sleep. Bye.

Dream within a dream

This is a true incident and happened with me today only.

The dazzling light entered my eyes as soon as I turned around. I understood that it was late afternoon and I was taking an afternoon nap. Then I reached out for my mobile to see the time. I was kind of stupefied at first when I saw the time to be 2:04pm which I had thought to me 4:30 and someone must have called me up for tea. The next thing that came to my mind was that my watch is wrong and I cannot wake up at this moment, and then thought that this was indeed a very short nap. Because I came from dining room to my bedroom after lunch at may be 2:20. What I went backwards in time? Huh the mobile clock must have stopped working. But then this is not very usual that mobile will show the wrong time. Did I change the time? Nah, I don’t do that usually.

Then if I have to have this sleep, I would have finished my lunch long ago, I tried to find out if I was hungry, and I sensed that I am not, but in the minutes to follow, I understand that I was very very hungry. Did I have my lunch? I literally touched my hair to find out if I had taken a bath. Then I said to myself, what I have still not had my lunch, I was not being able to be sure and then went to the dining room to find out that the food was there and so I had not eaten it.

Then I figured out that I had gone to a very deep sleep before having a bath. Indeed so deep that I had eaten, slept, dreamt and wrote documents in my dream. Might seem unbelievable at first, but it did happen to me. I had been to that place from where the whole concept of the movie Inception comes from.

Okay now let me tell you what I saw in my dream, err dreams. (I had gone to sleep at around 1 o’clock because I was just lying on the bed and doing nothing) My dream starts when I am in my room doing Facebook and then taking a bath and having my lunch, I also could remember what I had in my lunch and that was just the menu of the lunch I had when I finally woke up. So I ate in my dream and then went to sleep with the windows open and also leaving the door open (My room’s door is usually locked) In my sleep nothing unusual happened except I dreamt of a phone conversation with some friend of mine whose name I can vaguely remember now. But yes I did chat on phone and also saw a sms that came. But then as this dream was progressing I suddenly hear a shock and my dad calling. I wake up (not really) I read the time as 4:05 and my dad says that some of my friends are here to discuss about posters and asked me about deciding some fee for a club. I gave then an answer and then again went back to sleep. I woke up again after some time and then I went out of the room and asked dad what they were telling. My friends had gone by then. My dad said they have decided these things about the posters you all were to make. And they have also ordered these things needed. He seemed a bit rude. Then I asked him what they have decided about the poster? He was hesitant and he did not appear to know the details. I kind of pushed him towards some papers lying on the table and asked him to show which one but he just walked away.

After two minutes I finally turned and looked at the open window and the sun and presumed the time to be 4:30 and time for tea. But wait my mobile was showing 2:04. I looked at the towel, it was dry means I have not even gone to bath till now and was dreaming. Then while dining I noticed that the watch in the dining room was indeed not working and was removed from its location to change the battery.

The Long Break

Its been quite some time since my last post in this blog. I don't exactly know who all are following my blog. But yeah, a few people did come up and inquired why exactly there were being no posts for quite a long time. Even I could not answer everybody but was thrilled to find out that there were certain followers of my blog who knew me personally and do follow the updates regularly.


Now on the 1st of Jan I make a resolution of making at least one post a month in my blog.
When I first started this blog, I had in mind that I would be posting almost every week and would post about my life. But as it turns out, I end up abandoning my blog for almost two months.


Its not that I can't save enough time for posting or writing, I have saved many drafts on my laptop, but have stepped back from uploading and posting then on this blog for the reason being that most are related to real life events and are too personal to be posted publicly, and if posted it might lead to hurting the emotions of many people in my life. So what happens is that the blog becomes out dated. I found out that if I had to make the posts, I had to edit and make these into stories in such a way like I had made one before so that it becomes exceedingly difficult for any one to figure out who the characters are in real life.






All these days I was busy with my tough college schedule, which involved me beating the alarm clock (which kind of gets difficult in the winter) and then going to college and return home tired after a hard days work, err fun. My college life in the last few months was full of activities, ranging from some fun events in the Fresher's welcome to the exciting Robotics to the Semester.


Let me brief you about what all exactly happened in the first half of my college life.


The Freshers welcome was all about having fun and at the same time getting to know your batch mates and seniors. With various fun competitions around ranging from acting in the dramas to running for the mini-"amazing race", it was a fun interlude in the other wise frustrating and boring lectures of the lecturers and professors. Along with that there was some great jamming and a DJ Night.


Next month we had some exciting robotics in which we made toy robo-cars all by ourselves and competed in a race. It was fun to see our own machines in action and race through almost all types of terrains from sand, to inclined planes and rough terrain full of stones. There was also nets and a pool of water, basically the whole track resembled more of something which a highway becomes if the government spends all its money just to buy votes for the next election. :P


And after all this you of course can't bypass the semester exams. And what else, this time I gave the exam setting a new record of not cheating even a 1/2 marks question. Reason, the seating arrangement and the invigilators were such that you are forced to burn the midnight oil and study, and be independent in life. While you are giving the exam, if you fall asleep, you wont wake up, because the students resemble dead human beings with no noise. Even in my school exams I had to show or see. College is completely different!!!




Well thats it for now, meet you guys later some time to give you a more detailed story. For my nest half year, I can't imagine how I will spend. I have so many activities lined up and there are many many exciting activities. I wont post about them now, but only when I have done them. I'll post soon, this was just to keep you updated about my life.

I Quit

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This is a suicide note which has been written by me on behalf of Arka, the numb imaginary character of a drama for my college fest. Any resemblance to the life of any living or dead or imaginary filmy character is purely co-incidental. This is the first and the longest draft of the note and had undergone a lot of editing before it was finally used.

I don’t know who you are but thanks for opening this note and for your interest to know the reason behind my death.

For me, life was like a one-act play which forced me to adhere to an unalterable script by my parents and limited me to only one performance on stage – performing in my exams. Nothing else was important to them.

Since birth, due to no fault of mine, I appear to have a low IQ and thus failure to perform in exams was not new. Scolding and thrashing at home especially on the days of report cards was a common affair. My elder brother became their ideal child and they forced me to make him my idol. He was a nerd and I had never seen him at the sports events. All day and night he used to be in his study.

Of late the thrashings and torture meted out to me in my home became unbearable. This was because no good school was offering me science after my class 10 results. My dad took it as an insult. The only thing that they wanted was marks. My medals in sports and performance at the local football club were of no value to them.

Last week it went to a new level, when he burnt my certificates for the athletics and strongly insulted my love for sports. Dad, to you sports means simply wastage of time. I know, but not everyone thinks like you and you can’t force me to think like you. Dad, I was good in sports. So what if I won’t be a doctor one day? I can earn more as a footballer. I tried to bring this up whenever I found you in a good mood, but it just used to spoil your mood. If you really had so much interest for studies, why are you a business man? You could have become a scientist. Why do you want me to fulfil your dream? I am your son, not your slave. I tried to explain this to you many times, but your ears are deaf.

I would be missing my home and my brother. I love you bro. Fulfil dad’s dream and become a scientist someday. I know you can, that’s why I am telling you. Keep our parents happy and happiness will run after you. I tried, but I can’t fulfil my dad’s dream and become like you. So I will go away forever from you guys. No more fights at home and disturbances for your studies.

I did speak to Priya. I told her about my problems, she asked me to fight on and she will always be with all my decisions. I know you didn’t mean this. My dear, I’m sorry. I could not keep your promise. I know how you are feeling right now. But I had no option. Studies were killing me. Your thoughts helped me, but the pressure my parents were putting up was much more than your love. Priya, I am sorry. Move on in life, and may you find all the happiness the world has to offer. I loved you truly, but dad also did not like me loving you more than studies.

The club football games were awesome. I would miss them the most. It was the only thing that kept me from taking this step, but now I feel I have lost the war with my dad. He has forced me to take this step.

Suman, I know you will rock one day. You were my best friend. Lead the team well and the district football trophy would be ours this time. I know you have the capability and we will surely win.

A wise man once said “We all get two lives - the one we learn with and the other we live with after that”. I had thought for a while after reading his words on the internet. Then I thought when will this second life of mine come when I can follow my heart and enjoy? When will I be free from the bondage of my parents? But when I will grow up, I won’t be able to love the things I want to love. I won’t have the age to play the games. I will be more mature then.

My world’s dark. The curtains of my drama won’t ever rise up after this.

I know I didn’t have the courage to go and follow my heart and run away from my home. I needed support. I would never choose to exist in a way which others want me to…

I repeat, these incidents have got no similarity with my life or any of my friend's life…

Hey First Year, Come Here.

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That is the last thing a fresher wants to hear from a group of seniors waiting like hungry wolves for their prey, with an attractive and friendly smile to lure that new super cool fresher with overflowing attitude.

The first day of college; you think of all the freedom your heart desired. From holding the hand of a beautiful girl and standing and rising on the escalator of that new city mall to hanging around with the new group of friends you will make in college. You come there with a lot of expectations. The ever addictive common room and the most boring lectures of that old professor you hate. Your good friend giving proxies to keep your attendance good and you kicking the ball for the best goal of the tournament; late night chats in the hostel and the "you are too late, get out" words of that strict professor who starts the day.

But after dreaming for some time your throat gets dry with the thought of "ragging" famous in common rooms, canteens, parks, hostels of colleges, and especially engineering and medical colleges. You think about reconsidering your decision and then think of how easily you will get that dream job once you pass engineering. Finally you are in the first year and the college authority welcomes you warmly but the seniors are angry and you are purely unwelcomed by them.

Here are my experiences as a fresher. I will never forget how my college life started.

First Day First Show:

My seniors escorted me and I entered my college classroom for the first time. It was a new thing. A life I always dreamt of. The class settled down. Instead of a teacher, we had some seniors sitting on the teacher's table.

I immediately thought of dating that girl on the teacher's table, but all those thoughts were very short lived, thanks to the ferocious eyes and the fake smile of the two senior boys beside her. We had been given food packets and were supposed to have them in that room after a session of inspirational and over boring lectures on life. The tension and fear of ragging and humiliation was so much that the guys did not even have the guts to open the food packets. The senior who everyone at first sight would consider to be a rude turned out to be very polite and at the next moment, almost begged us to start eating, "This does not suffice for lunch, but you will have be satisfied with this. Try adjusting yourself to your new college". I looked at my packet, it was half over. I was not being able to only smell the food and not eat it.

Next, the fresher's sat like remote controlled robots, waiting for their senior to pass on the next order they are supposed to follow. On one side I was there wanting to explore the new building and college. And the others, they wanted to get out of the college as soon as possible, to escape ragging. I was not much afraid, as by looking at the seniors you can say, they are experienced in solving problems and answering questions then questioning someone. Also most were not bothered to rag us. All they said was to follow the seniors and do whatever they tell you to escape ragging.

Out of curiosity and not being able to sit any longer I walked up to them to ask for the restroom. When one senior escorted me there, a chain of guys followed. Can you imagine people sitting with empty food packets waiting for the next instruction of the seniors' weather to eat that like a cow or throw it or preserve it in their bag?

Now it started, one guy announced that they had a wish of implementing a dress code for their new brothers and (umm no not sisters). I guess the thing that they had in mind was either to make us look old fashioned or make it tougher for us to impress the girls wearing formals with no leather belts and watches. It was kind of weird without the belt, and also because we were college students and not some manager of a bank. The girls had to wear the traditional salwar-kameez which made us forget the meaning of lust in minutes. We were also asked to visit the canteen at our own risk due to the ragging prevalent amongst the guys there. (Later on when I turned up, they did not rag me, because they did not know what to do when a junior does not follow their rule of staying away from the canteen)

There was not much interaction with the seniors after that on that day. The day ended pretty fine with the main form of ragging being the dress code and if you don't follow it, you will be ragged. Actually the ones who dared not to follow were not ragged as the seniors had no idea what to do with those out-law. They themselves had always followed their then seniors and were never out lawed by them.

The First Week of College

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From a kid to an adult. From seeing U/A movies to officially (!) viewing A movies. Time comes for everything. In life, if you don’t happen to be suffering from mental diseases or have died early or have committed suicide, you will have the time to enjoy every pleasure, every pain, the entire world’s happiness and sadness.

So time came for me to put a full stop to school and write a new chapter with a new pen: College. After a hell lot of brainwashing and hard decisions about my future, I chose my college. But I did not take into account weather I would be blessed with a girlfriend who looked like the moon (Well it’s proverbial).

My first day was the precursor of how boring lectures can be in college, as we were subjected to hours of lectures by some prominent inspirational personalities who can only motivate others. That was our induction programme and the management welcoming us, but I slept through half of the lectures. Imagine a teacher asking you to dream as big as an Industrialist… Why did the teacher not dream like that? They know how mobiles work, and being in the communication department, I would be taught in the next four years how it really works. They have managers who are no match for even IIM graduates (as they boosted). Yet they could not open a company like Nokia to compete in the market.

Within hours of getting inside a classroom, I decided to choose some girl in my class to ogle at. At least in that way I would have something to think while all the boring lectures were on.

It was difficult to know the names of all the shy girls of our class since most were a member of the mute creatures club of the class, who opened there mouth only to mark their attendance, as if the air would erode their teeth. It was not that they didn’t know any answer but they would simply decline to express their views. I, by nature did not belong to that club and would open my mouth to talk non-sense to my neighbour when the teacher turned back and occasionally when in mood, participate in the complex process of discussing and solving the questions thrown by the lecturers. The best thing about standing up and answering a question in class is that you get the girl you like (and the girls you don’t) to at least have a look at you and stare officially for the time you are giving an answer.

Though the college is a co-educational one, there seemed to be a virtual wall present between the girls and the boys. Just like the public buses have seats specially meant for the weaker sex, the front two benches got reserved for the girls and the nerds from the very first day. No I don’t mean that the girls and nerds sat together. There were spaces as big as football fields between them.

The next bench is usually occupied by the Romeos of the class. These guys are the ones who will pass remarks and give a running commentary and make funny sounds only to entertain the girls and tried their best to start a conversation with the girls. The most priced seat was just beside this Romeo. If you seat there you will enjoy the Romeo trying his best to flirt with the Juliet, but failing miserably.

The boy girl ratio was exceptionally large and I thought that the colleges should have a quota for the girls. Sadly in our class of about 55 or 58 students only 9 were girls. With no girl capable of modelling, you have to eye the best looking girl and competing with every one and making her your girlfriend is a tough thing to do, until and unless you have a six pack or can play the bass guitar or use Axe deodorants. I have doubts about the proven use of the last method though. The same thing was there in the other years as well. So the seniors had their way of making sure that the girls stay fresh for them and are not rotten by the glances of her batch mates.

They decided to make a rule and make everyone follow it. If not followed that would mean gross disrespect of the seniors and only your most friendly gangster can help you out of ragging in their hands. The rule was that the girls were supposed to wear traditional clothes like the salwar-kameez. That would automatically take away the lustful stares of the new batch mates who were either single in school or from boys’ school. So basically falling in love or lusting or having some real crush was a distant thing meant only after the “fresher’s”, where the new college guys are welcomed by their seniors. The management tough welcomed us long ago but we were all unwelcomed inside the campus ruled by the seniors.

Rewind...

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My college started a week back and I was plunged into a hectic schedule. For the first few days the college hours were long with the "Orientation" program and some performances by senior students welcoming the freshers.


Today it was over a bit early and while on my way back home I passed in front of my school though while in a bus. It felt strange to see the juniors passing by the street. No one got into my bus. I stared at them hoping to make an eye contact. But all luck. I seem to have become an alien to the school with the start of college. Seems like I got isolated. No more school uniform. No more strangers asking me 'where is your school' or curiously seeing the monogram on my shirt. I became a stranger to this world. I lost an identity.


When I saw a guy waiting for his bus with a school ID card I felt like they are privileged to be still a part of my institution. I was no more one of them.


I had lost a recognition. Who would say that just a year back I used to walk on those streets in front of my school with my best buddies? My friends also disappeared as time passed. Everyone has either gone or will go to somewhere for some professional degree and compete to become successful in life. Even I am doing so.


A kid in the uniform was there. From his dress it was clear that he either had a fierce fight in the last period or had a great game of basketball or something in the games period. Comparing to myself I thought that how lazy I have become and how energetic they are. There was a time I use to run through the fields in my school or just play some silly "chor, police". Those used to be our favorite game. Who can imagine running after that friend all across the benches and jumping around. Nothing mattered except the strict glance of the teacher-in-charge or Vice Principal or Principal.
But now in college no one comes roaming to see what we are doing. But we also don't run on the benches given the freedom. The library of the school used to be one of the least visited places. But now the college library will become the second classroom.


The difference between the first year of college and the last year of school is also too much. In the last year, things like bunking classes or having some snacks when a sir is sweating out to write on the board or funny and adolescent back bencher comments to tease friends or to irritate teachers was a common thing. If people were asked to go out for not bringing a particular heavy maths book, we would go out even if we had the book. This happened in college and with a calculator this time... It took 10 mins for the professor to turn the culprits out and deny them of their attendance. People don't have private tuitions and they attend the class like making prayers to Jesus, err the lecturer. The labs are for hours and ultra-boring. No one is interested in making some fun stuff or some little mischief.


How can I forget my first crush?
And to see her the corridor rush....
Childhood love stories and sweethearts have a gloss of its own. Its always fresh. My first proposal in class 4 and my first rejection..... Well college is different. I tried to find my soul's calling in my class. Left it to see. But my soul closed his eyes and said to me "No one can replace your childhood sweetheart and rule me". I wore a special film on my spectacle to find some friend. The film suicided and said to me "This is not school, stop finding friends".....


College life is different. And sadly I have to change my timetable and write college in place of my school..!!!

Transition

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The past few weeks had been very tiring, and so I was unable to write in my blog. I had been over burdened with the work of making some tough decisions which will decide my altitude in the future. So my attitude had to be right at this time or I would have to live in a damn world of my own for my entire life.

I have graduated from school to college and so I will now be moving to a whole new world with a brand new bunch of friends and also opening a new diary to write new memories made in college.

Adding to this stress was the depression of losing friends. My close friends and classmates were either not in the city or planning to migrate or slowly disconnecting. But some of had also arranged for a last house party before a long period of separation. Whatever, the thoughts that stormed in my mind was how tough it would get keep in touch with my pals. From Hyderabad to Bangalore to Kerala to Rajasthan to Orissa, some one or the other had gone or is planning to leave. After years of close contact, for the first time we would be separated. These thoughts depressed me.

So I had packed myself up in a shell with no contact with the blogosphere. The Indian Monsoon had also hit hard, and there had been some lightning storms too. When I thought of my school, my brain recounted how I have walked the long road behind to come to this place and that the road continues. If I choose the right turning points, I might reach some port; from where I can get to the Treasure Island (earn some bucks at last). If I take the wrong way, I might just get lost in life’s maze.

Well can’t write more in this come back post as of now. If the pressure in college is not more than I can handle I will write more in my blog, else the frequency might decrease. But let’s hope for the best.

The Cartoon in my Life...

Possibility of any similarity with your life can't be ruled out. But still it is purely co-incidental and un-intentional and has got no relation with anyone living or dead.

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Karan and Ananya…

Any similarity with the incidents described in this story with real life of any person weather leaving or dead is pure co-incidental and un-intentional. If you think you are one of the characters in the story then please stop reading further immediately.

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Dreaming of Life

It was not until I was seventeen I realised that I would not be able to pursue my dream but in fact change my dream and fight harder for it to come true. I understood that in some places it would be easy and in some places it would be very tough.

I wanted to become something which did not require any educational qualifications but I improved in studies when in school. But after improvement people around me started expecting more from me. They wanted to see me higher than I could possibly reach. True, some were hypocritical and used to speak too much. Some said I deserve to go to places where most people only dream of going. I started considering myself privileged. But from my childhood I did not have much interest in going to those places. What I had interest in was not easy to achieve, but I would have enjoyed the process learning how to get there. A friend of mine decided to go there but due to my grades I am supposed to go somewhere else which I might like but not love. And if I think of following my dream, my family would consider me mad and people around me would consider me a liar and think my school grades to be lies.

Once I had thought of pursuing what I want after my +2 but now seems like I would complete graduation first. And after that my passion for my dream might be long gone.

I know I am not the only one facing this scenario, there are plenty like me.

Recently I came across a 16 year old boy in Wikipedia who already has two successful music albums released. He might have made his dream come true. In India things are different. Music composers are few and playback singers are more. In fact more Bollywood music comes from soundtracks. No aspiring artist from India has been able to achieve anything near this at the age of 16. They all complete their studies, sometimes miserable and then they go for it. But for people who have done well in exams and passed off with a good percentage, many of them do not get to follow their dreams but study and become respectable engineers or doctors.