I could feel the pain
running through my eyes. But no one else could figure it out. Everyone was busy
running around & saving their bodies from rain. I was still sitting on the
bench and the every continuous rain was trying to wake me up. The rain was
trying to wake me up from the dream. It was a dream which was on the verge of
breaking. My fear was multiplying and my eyes were drowned in the sea of
negativity. I decided to end it all now. No more pain, no more indecisiveness
and no more tears. I looked around and saw a child playing freely and my
incessant tears continued.
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“I want to fly high” I said
with a smile.
“Fly? Do you even know how
to walk in life” My mother said.
“I will, directly, learn to
fly” I said and laughed.
“Really? We will see.” My
mother said and went off.
We both were fighting over
my improbable future. I wanted to become a writer and my parents wanted me to
do a 9 to 5 job and earn money. It was so normal to them that they never ever
talk to me regarding anything else. They used to tell me that people do the
job, take a loan and repay them in order to live happily. I mostly counter them
by saying “A loan can never give happiness”. They had already termed me as a
“Foolish person”.
I was about to complete my
college and was all set to, choose my career as a writer. I knew that initially
I would not be able to generate money, but was confident to grow as a writer
with few years of time. I was sure that if I would do what I ever wanted to do,
I will surely not face the monetary problems. It was all about the transition
phase. I was confident that my parents and all those who loved me will be with
me in this decision.
But destiny had its own
say.
“I am going to become a
writer” I told them on completion of my Masters.
“What? How many more years
you required?” My mother said.
“I am sure within 1 or 2
years I will be able to do good” I said with confidence.
“1 or 2 years? That’s why
you spent money on the Masters and that too in business?” My mother was
shocked.
“Yes, only while doing my
masters I realized that I am good at it. I have written since my school days
and now I wanted to take it professionally” I said.
“No, you will not get
enough money. We have already invested a lot in you. First give us back that
money” My mother said.
“What? Investment? I am not
a bank account” I said in amazement.
“No, you have to do a job
and while doing the job you can do anything and that’s final” My mother said
and closed the door in haste and anger.
I looked at her and it was
evident from her anger that she was not in a mood to listen. I went off to my
room and sat on a chair. I was quite disturbed at what happened today. I closed
my eyes in hopes of a dream. But it was all real.
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“When will you learn to
learn” My boss shouted at me.
“..” I was standing
quietly.
“Do you ever understand
that we are paying you the salary and we need output from you” My boss was
fuming.
“Yes Sir, I understand,” I
was quite dull and slow.
“I don’t know, do whatever you
want to and bring out results otherwise I have to take some harsh decision” My
boss said and went off.
I came out of the
conference room and went out of my office. My mind was starting to become numb.
I was feeling as if I was just dragging myself to live. I was still writing,
but all after the office hours. With my mind divided in 2 things, I was unable
to take a feel of completeness of one thing. Even as of now I was all ready to
take writing as my career.
“I want to give up my job,”
I said to my father.
“What? No son, you should
not.” My father replied.
“I am not able to
concentrate on the job due to it” I tried to tell him the truth.
“So then leave your writing
for some years. Writing is not so important. You can write after retirement
also” My father tried to teach me the truth.
I was a bit shocked. For
me, writing has become an integral part of my life and when someone tries to
show the importance of it according to them, it hurts a lot. When my father
told me that, I understood that they will never let me what I wanted to do.
“Money is more important in
life. You will understand it afterwards and then there will be no time” He told
me.
“Money? I will also have
money through writing. I will only have to invest my few years” I again tried
to tell him.
“What is the guarantee that
you will start earning money with this? There is no surety. So do a job and
earn money. While doing a job you can write also. Learn to be on the safer
side.” He said and went off.
I was all dejected and out
of my mind,. I told them everything I could, but they were not in a position to
understand my side. They termed my ambitions and goal of writing as an immature
decision. They even said that one day I will have to regret about this. They
were clear that they are by no means allowing me to follow writing as full
time.
In shear dejection I went
out of my room. I started walking and my eyes were all wet. I loved my parents
and used to think that they are best ever person alive in the earth. I looked
at the sky and it started raining. Within few seconds the rain became heavy. I
was still walking slowly. Everyone around me was in haste. I looked around and
saw a bench.
I could feel the pain
running through my eyes. But no one else could figure it out. Everyone was busy
running around & saving their bodies from rain. I was still sitting on the
bench and the every continuous rain was trying to wake me up. The rain was
trying to wake me up from the dream. It was a dream which was on the verge of
breaking. My fear was multiplying and my eyes were drowned in the sea of
negativity. I decided to end it all now. No more pain, no more indecisiveness
and no more tears. I looked around and saw a child playing freely and my
incessant tears continued. I looked at the child and his smile. He was looking
all free and fresh. He was enjoying every single moment and spreading smiles
with his.
I stood up and started
walking with all dejected thoughts. I saw a school of disable children. I was
amazed looking at them. They all were enjoying the rain with each other. They
were smiling and dancing. I saw on my left and someone was carrying a big
glass. I saw my image in it. I was all sad and dejected. All contrast to them.
“What I didn’t have” I
asked to self.
I again saw towards those
children. I was all superior to them with respect to physicality, but was
nowhere near to them in living my life to the fullest. Those children left me
in awe. It left me with a stark contrast of life.
“Am I too weak for the
situation around me” I again tried to find the answer.
“No, I will not fall apart”
I said to myself while wiping my tears off.
“I will show them that what
they think is wrong” I was in a mood of revenge.
As I stood and began to
move I saw a museum. I don’t know, but there was something that was trying to
force me to enter inside it. The name of the museum was – “The greatest
Visionary”
I went inside the museum
and started walking around. There were numerous heroes of their times. From the
freedom fighter to the golden writers, they were from every corner of the
world. Suddenly I was all surprised and inspired by it. I continued looking at
their photos and I saw bookshelves. It was all filled with their autobiographies
and stories. It was the time when I started reading them.
“Trin Trin” My mobile rang.
“Where are you” My mother
inquired.
“I am in the museum” I told
her.
“Ok. I was just worried
about you. It is raining heavily for the past 6 hours” My mother said.
“Yes, I am fine,” I said
and disconnected the phone.
I came out of the museum
and looked at the sky. There was sheer darkness due to clouds. It was raining
heavily but I was feeling light. I was not at all irritated or dejected now. I
started walking in the rain and there were few children playing football. I
started playing with them and enjoyed my time a lot. After finishing the game I
realized that I have learned few important things while reading those things.
As I was coming towards my home, I heard a voice.
“Oh Robin,” I said.
“You are looking so fresh”
He said.
“Really?” I laughed
“I saw you walking off few
hours back in a heavy mood” He said.
“Oh, that was just
overflowing emotion. Forget those moments.” I said with a smile.
I started walking towards
my home again. I have read about all those great souls, their lives, their
misery and their determination. I was awestruck at the situations they faced
and yet came out of them. I have learned a thing called “Determination” and
promised myself to rise. I promised self to stick to my passion. I learned the
lesson of humility. I learned to give respect to the people and to your goals.
I recalled how the attitudes bring a talented personality down to the ground. I
realized the importance of overall growth. That museum taught me few very major
things which were surely going to impact my life in a very positive way. I
started to feel lucky about so many things that I posses which I was
overlooking when I was dejected. In dejection we forget to respect the
positivity in us. We stop giving importance to the things that we admire
earlier. We should come out of negativity. I promised myself to live, no matter
what happens. As I was walking, suddenly I met someone.
“You are DV right?” He
said.
“”Yes, I am,” I said.
“I like your poems” He said
“Really?” I was a bit
surprised.
“Yes, I am in the same
group as you are in” He said and we started talking about writing.
While talking to him I
started to understand new facets of writings and started to think beyond my
problems. It gave me a new freshness and a feel of living my passion. I started
understanding the real meaning of passion and about following that passion.
Last 6 hrs had given a lot to think about and to follow. I was more confident
and determined with all negativities disappearing from my thoughts.
I entered my house and my
mom said.
“Tomorrow you have to go to
the job”
“Yes, surely I will,” I
said with a smile. There was no anger and no disappointment.
I knew exactly - what and
how I have to do things to set it right. I have gained a lot of positivity. I
went inside the room and closed the door. I started my laptop and connected to
the internet. I started searching more and more positivity to create the
history.
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