Its all about dreams….

Dreams…aren’t they beautiful..beacons of light which call us and drives which make our life worth living…

My dad and I had quite a discussion over the name of our tiny little house. And surprisingly dad’s and my mind was lingering on the same lines. I said -” Hows Dreams Unlimited”?? Papa said-” I know its SRK- Juhi’s production name but its too Angreji “. Amusingly papa had a point. If we put this name and send the invitation for “Grih Pravesh” to our relatives naming dreams unlimited, our nearly illitereate relative’s community will gasp for air and inquire for well being of us sending inquiries about it. Though papa is only 11th cupped 10th passed student but his smartness (I still wonder papa was born in our family) and unprecedented willingness to dream about the world which was beyond one’s speculation in kind of family he was born in, made him quite a happening papa. Mind you dad is all young and handsome to talk about sexy Urmila Matondkar, hot and hyped Nandita Das and Ramgopal Verma’s sex spiced up matinees.

oopssss topic got a lot deviated. Afterall papa its my turn to dream and its my blog offcourse. Sorry aapki tarif agle blogs me…abhi me kuch shekhi baghar loo.

Ok, things were not all beautiful at my beginning as well, or they were?? yeah a lot better but materliastic world was miles away then.

Me and my cousin broter Neetu, I was in 2nd and he was in 1st then, used to sit on our rooftop of our joint family home <Home…lolz..4 room like structure of home made masala with bricks in number of installments .., at God knows orientation and family architectect’s prowess of unimaginable skills clubbed into modern wonder of housing, But I will describe the architectural beauty of the houses of our community in some other blog in detail> in the evening. We usually used to go there when we dint have any option but to talk between ourselves, being strictly warned not to cross the boundry of our apartment or if we have some serious issue far serious than Left’s threat to pull out of govt. on Indo US nuke-deal, like how to get 20 paise for kites and manja or how to beat the next street Jerk who snatched our capital which was supposed to be invested in buying new STOCKS of kanche which we were master at < Mind u I have almost made fortunes out of those Kanches thanks to my prowess and shrwed cheating with other players of local market>

Luck wudn’t always smile on us especially I cud never expect of any capital from my smarter than me dad to invest in such risky enterprises, though we sometimes used to manage my uncle and Neetu’s papa’s innocuous and meek fathehood to exploit to raise the funds but he wasn’t a good turner of the money and had little foreign currency for us being a daily and seasonal worker. So most of the times we wud look at the flying kites of others and wud dream higher than any kite could ever go. Neetu was far better at imagining impossible than me. He would always talk about the short cuts of the capital market and always was in search of Aladdin’ magical Chirag. We were regular viewer of this fantastic serial on DD1. He always used to say-” Oye beta (that was his favourite way of addressing to his friends including his elder bro yani ki me.) If I get a magical carpet and that Chirag, I would fly and loot all these kites and run away. Also I would catch hold of that jerk’s neck ,fly high and leave him in midway to let him fall on the earth to death.” I was more of a tinsel town dreamer. i would reply looking at nowhere -” nahi yar, there is a world outside our Delhi Darwaja Bahar and this Ganga Temple. Did you see all those advertisements on TV. They wear jeans, eat different kind of Semes( I was not aware that those are called noodles not semes) drink coka cola, have beautiful girlfriends, and have cars yar. I would rather go out of this place,go to college and will travel in aeroplane.” Neetu never liked complicacies of Noodles or Coka Cola. Interestingly he never shown any interest in chicks unlike me.He still has no interest in chicks though I am sure he is not Gay and would happily settle with an ordinary town girl to remove her fatigue in night over her and sometimes frustration also.He was much contended with Amitabh’s fighting skills to round up all the biggies who molested and bullied us and with his kites.He was real angry young man and was till a few years ago. But after seeing my comforts being a calm suave guy , he has given it a thought and now he is more gentle than me.

These were the most tribal dreams I had in my childhood…Coke, jeans, movies like college, beautiful chicks, Seemes (Noodles) movie like parties in well lit restra.They came true as I went ahead.

For a reader of normal background they look ridiculously amusing and small but someone like me for who at one stage jeans was a dream,( I remeber in 5th class at returning at our rented single room no kitchen home , after playing all noon in June in Rajasthan and my face radiating a red dominating spectrum of heat waves, my mum told me that papa has bought a jeans, I couldn’t believe it and I dint untill I saw a faded yellowish Rough & Tough jeans clothe folded in our one of the dowry item of papa’s marriage box.I beheld it without strumming my eyelids for minutes untill my heart finally returned to Normal and when I returned from trance,I ran al around home saying jeans jeans) computer was like jadu ka chirag, Delhi was at other galaxy and chicks were for different planet species.

Since then I dreamt everything I could. getting my name in Merit list in secondary, getting a computer, going on a world tour, Paris and Venice ..everything came true. But sadly after each passing moments passion and flames about these dreams kept slowing down.

and in recent three years after seeing a lot of dreams come true, I hardly dreamt anything new. Infact at one stage it seemed like I dont wish any thing else ,nothing attracted me. Instead I lost my ever green passion about cricket and sports. Life began to rot like anything.

How can one live without dreams. And sadly my dreams here never synchronised with any of my other companions here. I dint feel like scoring good, dint feel like coming in competetion, apping, corporate dreams, money, cars..CEOs …everything failed to give me any drive.

But now a new dream is shaping in my mind. Its really far fetched and a really big one. I dont know if it will ever come true or even dreaming about is good or not but dreams are dreams , they dont like rational talks. God forgive me for dreaming if I am not worth it.

I wann a girl ….no no no..not for romance. I wann my own baby..and I wann her to be world No. 1 in women’s tennis. I wann see her as the first Indian girl to be the No1 in world at grass court. I have been dreaming about my progeny to be India’s finest athelete and world’s number 1. This is No Sania effect or any outer inspiration. In my all time dreams I always wanted to have a tennis court at my home. Its my biggest dream I ever imagined. But I have to lay grounds for it. I have to earn sufficient money to fulfill this dream of mine. I am willing to go out of the country to make it possible but I want my next generation to be sports star of the world. I wil live cutoff myself from my motherland to give my kins same european treatment to make them super athelete but I wann this dream to come to reality.

Is it a bigger dream than my imaginations???

Only time can tell. I have decided one more thing. I always told my mummy that I will marry any one but a sharp tongue Haryanvi gal. But Now I am gonna marry either a Haryanvi gal or a Punjabi gal …let her be a villager but she must be an athelete to improve the Genome.Even if she is 10 th fail but I wann a sports gal to marry who has stamina like my mummy. Mummy aapka beta Haryanvi ladkiyo ka fan ho gaya hai …

Amen.