my 1st blog :)

Just ask yourself : How many times have you come across a short story which ends in the usual climax, 'and my Mom started screaming and pulled away my blanket. It was all just a dream.'

I am not sure what it is with these young 'authors' and this typical story-ending. Maybe they just confide in the age-old climax to write out whatever they feel like, stretch their imaginations to a point which surpasses all logics of sense and sensibility and then finally end it up on the safer side, saying it was all just a dream, it'll never happen in real life, don't worry.

Tomorrow, on the 27th of February 2010, I'm turning 24. And I'm forced to ask myself, how much of my lifetime have I spent dreaming about my future life.

First it was my "infanthood" and the preschool days where I used to dream of becoming a grown-up & making myself useful in some way (yeah right!). Then it was the boring (but hectic) school days where the sole purpose of my existence was to clear the 10th board exams with flying colors. There I dreamt of a prospective future college-life, pumped up with fun & joy.
Once I finally reached that college life, which I had dreamt about of for so long, I felt like I finally found my 'life'. But soon the viruses of 'series' & sem exams were injected into us, but still most of us managed to fight the virus & enjoy the savouries of life at the same time. Here my only dream was to keep living my 'dream-life'. Then came the placement season & along with it, the next dream. Now everyone's mind was inflicted with the idea of getting into some decent MNC & secure their future. I never really could digest the milestones & targets that my friends set for themselves for the next 10 years of their life. Still I too joined the rat-race with no serious interest of passion, but just not to get lost in the commotion.

Most of us managed to acquire an entry into the cell-life of IT. Something which was supposed to settle our lives, make us free, independent souls and make us what we always wanted to be: distinct 'individuals'. It didn't take me too long to find out how wrong it was all going to turn out to be. The moment my Manager referred to me and my fellow team-mates as 'Resources', my prospective life for the next 2 years flashed up in my head. I was no more the 'Dinu' of my family, nor the 'Athul' of my friends; here I was (or rather still am) just a "resource", coding my life away along with other thousands of fellow-"resources".

I'm stepping into the 25th year of my life with one more dream. I dream of the day I get to choose what I'll do for the day; not having a pain-in-the-ass manager to boss me around; not spending most of the day dreaming about how my day could have been, but living the day in the best possible way; not to be canned up in suffocating cubicles with people i find disgusting & irritating, but to be around my loved-ones. I dream of the day I could be myself again. So fellow-dreamers out there, welcome to the dreamer's lounge. Let's keep dreaming..