Its good to be able to write again, its not easy being an unpaid writer in this era, on an average i spend 16 hours a day doing reports and paper work that has no value to my conscience but hey whatever puts the food on table right?
I want to start this blog with a simple question, i want to meet all my teachers, mentors, well wishers, anyone one who advised me growing up and ask them one simple question. Where is my life? The life i was promised, they all told me to chase my dreams like a mad dog chasing cars, they all told me not to give up no matter how tough it gets, but in reality its all bogus a plain lie that keeps us from rebelling at a young age.
The whole concept of chasing ones dreams seems Ludicrous to me at this point, a gentle reminder to readers i am not a pessimist, its just that the world we live in is not the same as we were told growing up. I recently winded up my studies and was so keen on finally entering the real world when it hit me, i am drowned till neck in unnecessary responsibilities and stuck with work that doesn't make me happy. We all think we can shape our future the way we want and we can but not without sacrificing almost all we value. Its like no matter where i go i find people trapped in work they don't enjoy and when asked why do it at all, well it pays is the best answer i get.
I am found of writing, i might not be the best at it but it gives me a sense of satisfaction, by the time i graduated i had made up my mind to just write, get myself any opportunity that comes and just write my way out of the abyss, very less did i know that the moment i graduated i was a burden on my parents, they went through hell pushing me through college and had spent so much that it blinded them of my happiness, in a perfect world we can say that they are wrong forcing their decisions on us but trust me if they didn't provide me with whatever they did my best chance at writing would be on a piece of paper in some sewer. They keep telling me to start doing something productive and i guess its time we change the meaning of the world "Productive" in the dictionary as something that earns money cause i seriously cannot think of any other way i can be productive!
What is deeply troubling me though is not that i am being forced to stop dreaming, its the fact that i do not have the right or the power of opposing it. How can i? don't i owe them this much? are the question frequent on my train of thoughts but seriously we as a society should do a better job with the coming generations than we did with ours.
I always wanted to work around things i wanted the way i wanted but there are limitations, i picked up a part time job to support my dreams but had to quit soon as my college principal felt that i am wasting my time working and i could do better if i just focused on studies, so one phone call to my father and i am done.
So basically we cant work cause we are too young and we need to be educated first, we cant decide what we want to study cause hey you do not pay the fees so the decision is not yours, you cannot abandon family and chase your dreams cause then you're the Prodigal son. Thus i sentence you to a life of suffocation and broken dreams.
If by reading this you feel it has happened to you don't be sad, we have an entire generation doing things that were "ADVISED" to us, i believe we can change this by simply moving on and making the best out of whatever we have at whichever crossroads we are at.
You are not alone, pick up that flute which gives you peace, string that guitar that lays in the attic, put on you scuba suit, cause we will not give up.
Make it a point to do things which make you happy, i have spent so much time doing things that don't amuse me that it has made me old from within, wake up the child in you, ask yourself will you be able to be happy denying yourself what you really want?
I think we need to start asking some serious questions, like do you want to be treated by a doctor who wanted to be an actor instead? or would you feel safe driving over a bridge built by someone who barely made it out of college where his parents forced him to study? the list goes on.
We should take a pledge that we will be better at understanding what our children feel, what they want to do, or simply what gives them peace, only than can we make this world a beautiful place.
I would like to leave you with something that i heard and it changed my vision, maybe it would help you too.
I want to start this blog with a simple question, i want to meet all my teachers, mentors, well wishers, anyone one who advised me growing up and ask them one simple question. Where is my life? The life i was promised, they all told me to chase my dreams like a mad dog chasing cars, they all told me not to give up no matter how tough it gets, but in reality its all bogus a plain lie that keeps us from rebelling at a young age.
The whole concept of chasing ones dreams seems Ludicrous to me at this point, a gentle reminder to readers i am not a pessimist, its just that the world we live in is not the same as we were told growing up. I recently winded up my studies and was so keen on finally entering the real world when it hit me, i am drowned till neck in unnecessary responsibilities and stuck with work that doesn't make me happy. We all think we can shape our future the way we want and we can but not without sacrificing almost all we value. Its like no matter where i go i find people trapped in work they don't enjoy and when asked why do it at all, well it pays is the best answer i get.
I am found of writing, i might not be the best at it but it gives me a sense of satisfaction, by the time i graduated i had made up my mind to just write, get myself any opportunity that comes and just write my way out of the abyss, very less did i know that the moment i graduated i was a burden on my parents, they went through hell pushing me through college and had spent so much that it blinded them of my happiness, in a perfect world we can say that they are wrong forcing their decisions on us but trust me if they didn't provide me with whatever they did my best chance at writing would be on a piece of paper in some sewer. They keep telling me to start doing something productive and i guess its time we change the meaning of the world "Productive" in the dictionary as something that earns money cause i seriously cannot think of any other way i can be productive!
What is deeply troubling me though is not that i am being forced to stop dreaming, its the fact that i do not have the right or the power of opposing it. How can i? don't i owe them this much? are the question frequent on my train of thoughts but seriously we as a society should do a better job with the coming generations than we did with ours.
I always wanted to work around things i wanted the way i wanted but there are limitations, i picked up a part time job to support my dreams but had to quit soon as my college principal felt that i am wasting my time working and i could do better if i just focused on studies, so one phone call to my father and i am done.
So basically we cant work cause we are too young and we need to be educated first, we cant decide what we want to study cause hey you do not pay the fees so the decision is not yours, you cannot abandon family and chase your dreams cause then you're the Prodigal son. Thus i sentence you to a life of suffocation and broken dreams.
If by reading this you feel it has happened to you don't be sad, we have an entire generation doing things that were "ADVISED" to us, i believe we can change this by simply moving on and making the best out of whatever we have at whichever crossroads we are at.
You are not alone, pick up that flute which gives you peace, string that guitar that lays in the attic, put on you scuba suit, cause we will not give up.
Make it a point to do things which make you happy, i have spent so much time doing things that don't amuse me that it has made me old from within, wake up the child in you, ask yourself will you be able to be happy denying yourself what you really want?
I think we need to start asking some serious questions, like do you want to be treated by a doctor who wanted to be an actor instead? or would you feel safe driving over a bridge built by someone who barely made it out of college where his parents forced him to study? the list goes on.
We should take a pledge that we will be better at understanding what our children feel, what they want to do, or simply what gives them peace, only than can we make this world a beautiful place.
I would like to leave you with something that i heard and it changed my vision, maybe it would help you too.
"Only by admitting what we truly are can we get what we truly WANT. "
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