Everyone has a right to dream and everyone has a dream. I stumbled upon these cliched sentences after very well realizing what dreams are all about and how difficult it is to dream. My early dreams were limited to my village, a small village in one of the most neglected and under developed states of India. A village of 20-25 years back. A village nothing like what you see in today's commercial movies, probably something like those shown in art movies which depicts plight of the poor, may be not that worse. But something similar.
A village, where family used to celebrate if their sons cleared 10th board examination in third division (daughters... I do not know of anyone who at that time appeared for 10th examination.). Visit of police constable, used to make news in the village and people were not hesitant to ask for you clothes (if they can fit them) for any visit to town or their relatives. Any occasional telegram was a thing of concern, only a few could read them as they were in English. Sometime, people used to wait, with women waiting to weep as most of the time it was only bad news on the telegrams. It used to be just to clarify who had died or who was about to die.
A big family, whose main occupation was farming and it produced enough to sustain itself and occasionally indulge in things which were regarded as luxury by many of the fellow villagers. It was one of those family which was proud of their traditions, no body in this family who appeared for 10th examination had failed. It had some members earning in cities, who were source for regular cash inflow. A family which has enough livestock to employ all its members. This was my family.
In retrospection, I realized that your dreams are highly influenced by the inputs you get in day to day life. So my dreams were confined within the villages, my family and some visits to places resembling those I have read in books or heard from people.
Continued..
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