In Love With Dreams

I was reading somewhere that in many Ancient civilizations, Dreams used to take a momentous place in their life. The Sumerians, Mesopotamians, Egyptians, Babylonians…Dreams were interpreted as the answers and advices, bringing messages from God.

Well, I continued Googling more into the psychological websites; end up finding hundreds of websites on writing ‘interpretation of dream’ in the Search Engine.

So, still dream takes a weighty hold in human mind.

But, what about the dream we perceive when we are not sleeping?  I watched this Bollywood movie yesterday where the guy dreams of seeing every corner of the world. He delivers the fascinating lines ‘Main Udna Chahta hoon, Daud na chahta hoon,Gir na bhi chahta hoon ..pad Rook na nahi chahta’.

Is it very unusual dreaming that he standout from the crowd? Millions of dreamers (including me) want to go around the world before they die. And then comes up the life which stands against the dream.

The movie director chose an easy way out for the hero. He is a back-bencher in school but end of the college bags an oversea scholarship for journalism. Then after 8 years he is a professional photographer in Fox Traveller. So, the job eventually comes as permit seal to his dream.   

With the same dream in my eyes, Geography always used to fascinate me as a subject. When I completed my schooling, I had the same dream and still I do nurture it. I didn’t have an oversea scholarship to pursue and to follow any practical dream, one needs to be financially dependent. After 4 years of B.Tech, when I got my first pay-slip I thought it was the time to soar in the dreams.

The common notion about an IT job is that ‘oh he is in xxx company, they give onsites to xxx!’  . Not untrue either. But that's the rosy side which comes and goes infrequently in a lifetime. ITians get 21 days of paid leaves and 54x5 days of stressful schedules. Where leaves are used for visiting native to see parents twice in a year and one small vacation makes little space somehow in the din and bustle of life. Thus it crosses 27 birthdays and don’t know how many will I get. Thus it splurges every morning to evening and when I grab a copy and pen to write something I fall short of words. My poems gets dried out like my dreams of Giza pyramids, Maya civilizations, Vatican city, Eifel tower, the valley of Mexico, the River Tames, the Gondola of Venice, the ferocious fight between ferocious lion and ruminant giraffe  in the safaris of Africa and so on..

Often at night after I switch off the lamp shed, I look outside from the balcony and think the moment I took a dive into the Red Sea. The moment when I came out from water and removed the wet suit, I was sitting silently on the beach alone. I rejuvenate the jiffies when tears were rolling out profusely and I was feeling like I should dare to dream more.

I think it is our psychological compromising power, that when we see one dream is far away, we take on other dreams to accompany us. These dreams are normally easier, like to be a  excelled photographer, to set up a restaurant when I retire, to open a NGO with old and young orphans, to teach in school like my father, to take cooking as a serious hobby and life moves on in fast pace. It continues providing fuel to that biggest dream in each of us and it should, in spite of the chances of fulfilling. May be life is a dream in bigger picture and this moment when I am living is just a part of that dream. So when I will join the dots after 30 years, looking back to the assortment of these fragments, the dream I would have lived have to be beautiful.

There is no place for regret and I should dare to keep dreaming.