Dream on- It is your dream after all!!

Today morning, I was sharing an experience with an old school friend about a very dear friend’s last day in office. I was saying how I sang the same song for her which I had sang in our farewell at school. He said he does not remember that particular incidence so clearly. And suddenly we realized that it has been 10 years since we passed school. Ten years ago, this day I was appearing my ICSE board exams in class X. The one exam which would decide my fate. Make or break my future. I was a very serious studious student, with my head down in the books always; at least for the whole academic year of 2004-05, I was damned scared about these exams. Anyone would be. All of us had only one thing in our minds, study, study and study. For any tenth class student, it is a do or die situation. Since I was good in academics, I had all the highest bar of expectations set for me. I used to be very nauseous in the mornings of the days of examination as my mom would try to shove food in my mouth while I would be going through the last minute revision rounds. It is a thing with me, whenever I get nervous, I feel nauseous. I hate that feeling. And I hate that typical buzz of the alarm clock, which used to go off every day at 4 am. It freaks me out. It gives me the feeling that I am loosing the race, missing out on something. Till this day, I can’t bring myself to set alarm for waking up. I would never forget those days because I had gone all the way to do everything possible to fare those exams. All of us had. We did not leave any stone upturned. Well, those results did shape our fates.

And ten years later, today, I am someone somewhere in some company which is totally different from what I had aspired and worked for while giving my board exams. I wanted to be a doctor then. This dream was instigated within me since the time I could spell out the word. I learned to love it. The thought of saving human lives gave me chills. I used to notice the doctors (my family doc, bestie’ s dad) how they treat, how they talk and the odd smell in their chambers.  My name also sounded good with prefix Dr. But reality turned out to be something different. Now, I am in the same field of saving people’s lives, but with a different name and role. But I love my job. I am happy.

I just wonder sometimes, how time flies! How dreams change! How people change! It is hard t believe that it is 10 years we passed out of school. Back in 2005, all of the same class meant all are same. The only difference was in matters of study or sports. All had different sparks then, which have turned out to be beautiful bright flames now. Life has changed for everyone. We all are in different parts of this country or may be some in different parts of the world. Some are settled. Some are still in soul searching, vagabond way. Some are rich, some not so rich. Some are married; some are in or in between relationships. And a few are happily single, still. People have grown up and their dreams have changed. Some have achieved what they always wanted to. But many have allowed life surprise them with its own plans for them. We discover ourselves as we grow every day. And many just go with the flow to find out what is there at the end of the road. But mostly, it turns out that the person you are, is not the person you thought you would be when you grow up.

But does that mean, you have stopped dreaming and aspiring? No. Definitely no. It is human nature to aspire and dream about tomorrow. And it is a good thing. It instills hope in us, which keeps us going. I believe, even if you may not be the person you wanted to be, you are happy with yourself. Otherwise, you will change again, right? So it does not really matters, what you wanted to be as long as you are happy with what you are. I mean, I never had dreamed that I would be a blogger, potter, and photographer along with being a philatelist by hobby. I did not even know what the word blog meant then and had no idea that pottery can be developed as a hobby. I would throw a feat in the house if I found my mom sneaking through my diary! Just imagine how freaked that girl would be at the thought of my writing being public and people actually liking it! But now I simply love expressing my thoughts to all of you through this blog and interacting with you due to this.

It feels strange to look back to look identify that kid with this grown up person now, doesn’t it? Sometimes it does. If you look back now, can you relate to that kid and your current state? I do not even want to talk about looks. Some of the pictures are shockers and it is best to have them locked up in some closet! But dreams, you may relate to. There will be thoughts about certain unexpected or unwanted incidents and about certain happy turn of events. It may also happen that some special dreams are yet to shape into reality. Those special dreams may have been suppressed in order to sustain in the race of reality. But time to time, do de-dust these dreams and do not forget their existence. A friend of mine asked me about my dream recently and made me turn those pages to that ultimate dream. She ignited that small flame again. I realized we should never give up on your dreams. These dreams give you hope, happiness and motivation. And one day pretty soon, these dreams will not just be dreams any more.

So, dream on, friends. Dream big and without fear. It is, after all, your dream, right?