I have a dream. A dream fueled by my will to learn, influence, inspire and possibly educate. I am thankful to my parents who have let me pursue my dreams. They have supported me through everything. I have been fortunate. I have been fortunate to dream. Few have this luxury. Very few are born with silver spoons.
A young boy, hardly 20, works as
a security guard at my office. You will know he is a kid, just by looking at
him. His father is a security guard too. He had just finished his Technical
training exams and was back in our office lobby after a month. So I offered to
give him a book to read to pass his time. I was sure, he was not overburdened
with work there. I got him Malgudi School Days by R K Narayan an easy &
light read to start with. He was overjoyed, and for the next few days he
zealously read the book. Every time I passed him, I got a beaming smile in
return. It felt good.
Today though was different, the
book, which had been lying on his desk every time of the day was no longer
there. He called me towards his desk and told me with tears brimming in his
eyes, that people don’t even like it that he is reading. He told me he wanted
to get out of this place. He wanted to study, become an engineer. He would be
quitting soon. I promised him that he could take any help he wanted from me for
his studies.
I felt more fortunate at that
instance, I saw myself in his tear filled eyes, I imagined what I would have
done, if I was in his position. Life had been good to me. There wasn't anything
to complain. My ambitions and aspirations might have grown, but I felt I had
more to thank for. Things were not as bad as my mind made them to be. I had
enough hope with me, enough for me to share it with those without it.
I hope this kid can quit, I hope
he can get admission to his diploma. I hope he can live the life, of which I
have a dream…..
