Being a writer was never a part of even my distant dream as a child. Since childhood my perception about future life gained several forms which were really unknown to me. The initial dream about my future was to become a teacher as I did want to beat the kids of my teachers who used to beat me without reasons. I secretly enjoyed the satisfaction in my dream of beating and harassing the kid of my 3rd standard class teacher. The rebel in me laughed like a naxellite when I could imagine the helpless face of my teacher as I beat her kid. I am not sure of the day when I forgave her along with all other teachers. Might be after I joined a convent school where most of the teachers were nuns who do not have kids.
This situation must have made me sympathize to myself and I lost that desire of revenge. It was not possible for me to live a life devoid of dreams and my next dream took me to air and I started a new dream of becoming a soldier- a pilot. I read about fighter pilots who have given life for the sake of the nation. I cherished that goal and dreamt of serving the nation as a soldier. I pictured myself in the white uniform of a fighter pilot and started studying about the reality of Air force which revealed just another world where I thought of other options to serve the nations. This just another thought was enough and I made up my mind to have a complete transformation of intentions and I started dreaming of becoming a civil servant.
Whoever heard about my new dream laughed at me and they spent a lot of time to drive my mindset to withdraw me from my dream. These much of negative reactions made me strong and I have decided to swim against the current and I made to pass the preliminary and mains examinations of Indian civil services examinations. As I was becoming closer to my intention and dream goal, something was pulling me behind apart from my friends, relatives, acquaintances and parents and I could realize that it is none other than my own latest dream. When everything was positive and I started being right in the track, I felt something really odd as I never had a life that goes well with the current. I told myself that I am not borne to swim along with the current and I want to swim against the current. One fine day, I made an about turn and started swimming across the current. While swimming I closed my eyes where I had the loveliest of dreams- my current dream.
In my new dream I was laying in a raft which was floating on a lake in a greenish natural strip of land. On one side of the lake I saw a deep forest and I could experience nice breeze from the other side of the lake. Along with the musical voice of birds, I could hear a stiff and lovely voice of a river stream which made me happy and passionate. My closed eyes were enjoying the imaginary sights of daffodils as shown by William Wordsworth and frozen lake beside the dark and deep woods as shown by Robert Frost. I opened my eyes where I could see myself laying in a raft on a similar lake. The woods on one side of the lake were dark and deep whereas the breeze from the other side of the lake was from a nearby mountain and it carried the fabulous smell of daffodil flowers. I drove my raft to the shore of the lake which was a juncture of plain land, mountain and the lake. I saw my house there which was built a half in water and the rest on land.
On reaching my home, the castle of my dreams, I could see a few people waiting for me, the well known and most readable living writer of the century. I look at the mirror and I could see that I am still young. I have had this dream several times in my life and each time the dream gained more clarity which added a lot of values to my effort to become a successful writer. I don’t know why I feel like this could be similar to almost all aspiring writers like me.
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