Amit, a 23-year old graduate is restless. He is restless for that first placement in an international company. His family had spent money without thinking twice, so that he could get his degree.
But, now, he is disillusioned. He sat through all on-campus interviews without cracking through one. He now has to wait to off-campus interviews.
This dream job of his shall change his life. From his rented three bedroom flat, he dreamt of his own house in the sub-urb’s and his own car. He is fed up with his middle class identity.
Amit’s father, Dindayal, too, wishes for him to get the job offer. But for different reasons. His aspirations no longer touch the sky. Dindayal only wishes for a quiet retirement life by the sub-urb’s. He is tired of chasing dreams.
Prasoon is a small town man, who is too big for the small town. He wishes to go out into the big city one day and make a lot of money. He is inspired by the rags-to-riches success story of Mr. Jain.
Mr. Jain is the owner and CEO of a huge software development firm. He has made it all on his own. He too has his roots in the sub-urb’s, from where, he had envisioned his life as the top-notch businessman of this nation.
Today he lives his dream. But age has caught up with him and his health holds him back. He wishes to retire soon and live out the rest of his days in the quiet sub-urb’s.
Hariya lives in the crowded, squalid slums of the city by the sea. He has seen both – life in the sub-urb’s and the cities as well.
Somehow, he fell throw a crack between the two and managed to end up in no-man’s land.
But, he has his aspirations in place.
Someday, he wishes to buy a home at someplace cleaner. He wishes to do away with his tag of being a ‘lower-caste’ sweeper. He wishes to live like the ‘gentlemen’ of our society, with approval and pride.
These lives might be extreme stereotypes, but I see a lot of them around me. Aspirations let us live with our eyes set on the future. We are all dissatisfied with out present, more or less, and wish to be ensconced in a life that is free from insecurities and want.
Does such a life exist, where all your bills are taken care of, and your medical bill is paid, and the mortgage on your home is no longer due, and where you bequeath enough money to your family?
We don’t know.
The merchants who trade dreams for money tell us that such a life exists, through advertisements, television soaps, films. They tell us that such a life exists – at a stop near to us.
We aspire. We run.
In the meanwhile, they, too, aspire, for their bankruptcies to be never declared – for their skewed practises to be never uncovered – for the great Indian Dream to live on. So that they too, can live.
The world, indeed, is round.