THE FORGOTTEN DREAM
As my
younger sister loudly read a work of prose written by her and Dad made her
random Grammar mistake correct, I looked up from my Company Law book to have an
ear to their conversation. She was narrating a short story written by her to
Dad, and soon their discussion was shifted to various probable plots for a
short story. And here I confess, first time in my life till date did I listen
to my sister’s words carefully. All these years when I had been busy clearing
my CA exams, she had developed a keen interest in Literature, and my father has
been encouraging her to do well in her writing hobby. I hope I do not regret
saying this later, but she was quite good in her writings.
And then I
got lost in those reminiscences which I had left far behind. What is mere a
hobby for her now, was a passion for me 4 years back. Yeah! Writing- that was
something for which I was known to everyone. All my school years I did not
participate in even a single extra-curricular activity as I knew nothing except
studies. Neither I could dance nor sing- let alone other things. I guess writng
was the only remarkable talent I possessed. However I apprehended it quite late
but as they say its never too late to start.
It was the
turn for me to create my very first email ID, as I was asked by my school
Principal to submit an original article on any random topic, for the Student
edition of a popular English daily. And that, my pals, was the very beginning
of the Golden, nah! I would say Platinum days of my life. Never would I forget
that immense feeling of joy on reading my own article in newspaper, with my
name, class & school suffixed below. That appreciation from teachers and
Principal for something apart from studies was like a cherry on my Black forest
cake.
As I said it
was just the beginning- an exquisite beginning of my dream- as my journey had
just commenced. And I wished, with my fingers crossed, that it should never
end. Finally I was able to recognize my authentic talent. I never realized when
this fervor of mine took me to an entirely different world, where great ideas
and fine thoughts awaited me to pen them down in my own words. I had now
started observing all the things, incidents & people around me keenly. My
mind used to always be in a thinking mode, discovering new ideas to write and
explore. I wasn’t afraid to express my views anymore, as I had obtained an
independent means through which I can be real myself. Though nobody was present
to acknowledge my writing skills, I knew I had something in me- something that
would help me to build my own entity.
In those few
months of my last year of school, I was on cloud nine to have proven myself.
From a ‘kitaabi keeda’, I had become School Reporter. Along with the school
reports, I wrote many articles on various topics like Leadership, Dreams,
Spiritual healing, my visit to Varanasi, and the list continues. Now I had
both- guts to speak up and people to acknowledge my views. One more thing I
had- a Dream to fulfill- to be a Print media Journalist.
But real
life doesn’t come with guaranties and warranties. And as it is said, good
things tend to end soon. After school, Dad asked me not to pursue Mass
Communication as it not being such a secure line for girls. And that marked a
full stop to my dreams. Though I tried to convince him, yet I could not make
him unhappy, and being the elder most child has its own responsibilities. So I
applied for Graduation and CA, and once again immersed myself in studies.
However I even tried to carry on my writing work secretly but study pressure
and proper time management were the obstacles really hard to handle by a 17
year old. And like this my once so called passion was transformed into a
forgotten dream….
By the time
I woke up from my nostalgia, everyone was busy in their own works. Meanwhile I
was gaining the realization that may be I should give another hand to the
passion abandoned by me long back. Things have got simpler now and I mature
enough to handle the pressure. May be this gap between me and my dream was
engraved in my destiny as everything happens for a reason. And may be this
passion of mine was not meant for building a full fledged career, but just for
the sake of my own bliss and contentment. May be I can still express my
thoughts, views, joy, anger and all other sentiments through my words; and
still hope to see a calmer and a happier me.
But as they
say- Jab Jaago Tab Savera!
And Here I
am! Writing this blog. Just hope I haven’t given up to my writing skills, and I
am still able to write good enough.
And this
time I know this beginning will have no end. And the dreams- they can never be
completely forgotten. They stay in some ittu sa corner of one’s heart forever,
waiting for some sudden realization to happen and turn one’s forgotten dream
into a perennial source of attaining true happiness.
