In a dark cloudy day mother gave birth to a boy who was begging for a shelter and food right from his first cry. There were no hospitals no celebrations for his arrival. But nature was so kind to him . Nature welcomed him by a thunder song , sparkled with a bright lightning and sprinkled with heavy droplets. But poverty was banging off his whole happiness of coming to this world.
Flooded hut was his first dream home with no comfort and piece of mother’s Sareewas his first baby suit. There were no toys to play , as he was already playing with harsh circumstances at his early days. Poverty made him mature enough to stay alone , quite and let his mother to work in fields to earn a penny. Mother was feeding her baby with the most costly dish , mother’s milk. It was the only ultimate menu to his options. Some days were so cruel to his mother that they didn’t gave her a meal. But mother didn’t allowed to happen this to her child.
She was fighting the challenges hard. Floods , sunlight , cold , poverty were attacking hard but as everyone knows Mother is a worrier and also she fought bravely for her child.
With the passing time, boy grown up and to fight with this fast running wealthy world he needed education as his weapon. Now mother had a next rebel to earn for his livelihood as well as for his studies. Day and night didn’t matter to her she was working hard to earn. The boy was also trying hard to sharp edges of his mind and the only weapon he had which was education.
Embarassment of dirty clothes and torn shoes made him strong in front of rich cheeks to fight his present to design his future better than heaven.
Difficulties , hunger , Demotivation these all were rented in there shattered cottage but can’t let them down.
Years of struggle , sleepless nights and hardwork came to an end when the boy came home with a white collar job.
Again Happiness was there and today also nature was so kind to him. Nature welcomed and celebrated his success by a thunder song , sparkled with a bright lightning and sprinkled with heavy droplets. House was flooded with peace and happiness of victory over life by him and his mother . But this time there years of joy with lots of sweets in menu.
Failure was riding fast in a bilateral race with success in life. Hard work was not paying off, abilities were not noticed and results were always judged. The fregrence of life smelled so foul to self that senses stopped working.
The days of failure continued and darnkess in a cold blooded body increased . No-one helped to overcome it . Not even the weather Rain couldn’t wash it off , Sunshine couldn’t light it up and Winters couldn’t freeze it off.
In this breathing world people started making distance as soon as failure came to give a hug , so that failure and a lonely soul can spend a quality time together.
But hopefully in race self motivation is best fuel to boost up. A spark of it burnt a fire inside the body .
Zero thoughts , zero feelings and zero emotions a fully blank man with a aim to succeed stood up to win the race. It wasn’t easy to face the situations and peoples.
The one was back on track just to believe in his hard work , to justify his abilities and to dream for result. Hunger doesn’t affected him, comfort doesn’t mattered and past doesn’t let him down.
After a continuous fight with failure and circumstances the tunnel full of darkness ended up at a brighter end with success riding on front and faster to win the race.
And finally the Hard work payed off , the Abilities were noticed and Results were appreciated.
Dreams were banging hard in the mind. They were not the small one like to build a house and earn a livelihood they were huge dreams which were not ending. The dreams were not allowing him to sleep not allowing him to eat. They were just making him curious to achieve them. When he shared his dreams to people in the society, they just laughed because his dreams were not there cup of tea. To achieve those heights one needs firm determination and a never giving attitude. But the reaction of society towards his dreams doesn’t made him demotivated , rather it burnt a fire inside him to prove himself. He was day and night just planning the route to his destination. He was fully loaded with the dreams and courage to achieve them.
To start a trip we need medicine kit for emergency similarly he was having plans for failure too but when we need medicine kit we need a support too in the hard times, unfortunately he was not having the one to support.
When he discussed his dreams to his family no one took him seriously because their mentality cannot match his level of thinking. They were just happy in earning and eating two meals a day. But he was hungry of his dreams which were much more than of his family. Everyone there believed that a middle-class person cannot dream big. But the boy believed that getting born in a middle-class family is not a problem but ending the life in same middle-class only without any value addition is a stain on his capability and self-respect. No one supported him neither emotionally nor financially, family also rejected to invest in his dreams.
In a dark night when he was dreaming with his open eyes he decided to find his path himself. When everyone was sleeping and having their nightmares or dreams. He packed his bag and started his journey to turn his dreams into reality and achieve big . He travelled from city to city in search of work and earn to invest in his dreams but was only getting disappointment at the end of the day. He came from the society where two meals a day was a dream come true, but to fulfill his dreams right now he was sleeping hungry and with a empty pocket.
Every next morning he made hunger his friend and failure his motivation. He traveled a lot suffered a lot but never gave up.
And finally the day came when he slept peacefully. He covered his journey from servant to superior and proved himself and his determination. There was a day when he was fighting with hunger and unemployment ,today he was giving employment and providing food for free.
He returned back to his mainstream where his dreams were just a joke , but now they turned into a motivational story for the new ones.
On that day his family and society realized that only two meals a day cannot satisfy a dreaming mind.
On a harsh golden day under the sun, the boy started to run bare footed in the fields of black soil which was just burning and was extracting a tremendous heat out . Summer was just testing the human tolerance. But the boy was giving a tough fight. No one knows why was he pacing himself in the fields, but whoever saw was just shocked. He was either overcoming his anger or wanted to prove his worth in the world , whatsoever he was or wanted to prove was killing him inside. He didn’t felt the heat but the soil was heated up with his emotions coming out there. He was not worried about himself because the situations made him worst to act. He was just crossing the patches of fields with non stop thinking and recalling. No one understood whether he was sweating or crying but his anger and emotions were falling on the soil in form of drops. The drops were full of hardwork ,trust, feelings, failure and betray.
He did not recognized that he had crossed the limits of village as well as tolerance. He became more comfortable and was on constant pace without any fatigue on his face , but his thoughts were on never ending process. He kept on watering the soil with the drops from all over his body.
But till now no one stopped him , he was running, running and just running. The people’s out there just watched his pain but didn’t felt it and dispersed. He started his fight alone and was on the verge to end alone.
His pace was slowly decreasing , his breath was just chocking and finally he stopped. He stopped but never started again he left himself fighting. Dead but his forever fighting soul was still heating up the black soil.
Even though his presence didn’t justified himself but his death proved his worth. But still no one knows whether it was sweat or tears ….
न जीने की ख्वाहिश , न मरने का इरादा… ऐसे ही बीत जाता ये जीवन सारा… अपनो को खोकर , गैरो को सँवारना… इसे ही कहते है इंसानियत को मारना… खून पसीना बहाकर ज़िंदगी गुज़ारना… उसे कहना बस हिम्मत मत हारना… आँखें खोलकर हसीन सपने सजाना… इंसान हो फरिश्ता नहीं,वापस लौटकर आजाना !! :-प्रथमेष 🖋