This midnight, I write with a great sense of pride, happiness, and nostalgia.
My best friend, Seemanta has just accomplished a task of enormous proportions.
My readers don’t know him, but his story has an appeal that’s universal, a beauty that is timeless, and a lesson that’s invaluable.
Here’s what he has achieved : yesterday, he successfully passed out of the prestigious National Defence Academy, the 1st tri-service academy in the world and rated amongst the best in the world.
However, this is not a story of courage and valor. This is a story of belief. A belief so strong in one’s dreams that it overcomes all opposition.
Back in the summer of 2009, he and I had just appeared for High School Final Exams.
Next up, was College. Out of the 200 students of our class, 98% dreamt of going to an Engineering/Medical College.
I was no exception.
But, he was different. He had a dream – of becoming an officer of the prestigious Indian Air Force.
A dream that then sounded ridiculous to us herd-thinkers.
A dream so outrageous that he was scared of letting anyone know.
I was his best friend. But, he kept me in the dark.
Then one day, he told me.
I didn’t know how to react.
My greatest fear was of losing my friend to a profession that was ruthless, to a profession that didn’t have my respect back then. But I supported him.
People used to laugh at him for he was different. He was soft spoken, kind, and a do-gooder. He was exploited because of his good nature.
He was brawny and he liked to help people with tasks that called for physical strength.
This was often exploited.
People looked at his Defence dream with disdain. Today I realise how pathetically short sighted people were.
I loved him to bits. In a way, he filled the male-role model void that I’ve always had.
He was the first person who read my writing, my poems, my first ‘work’. He told me, “You have it in you. Go for it”.
But, I was scared. I was a herd thinker. I had too many reasons to not pursue writing seriously – my lower middle class background, the unstable nature of a writing career, and so on.
So, I tried a safe career. Meanwhile, Seemanta had cleared all the necessary exams to get into NDA. But, he had to settle with Army Wing because of slight problems with his eye sight.
We separated. He went to Academy.
Letters, phonecalls, Facebook became the new way of talking.
In the Academy he found the environment he had dreamt of and he flourished.
Over here, I plummeted in to mediocrity. I didn’t enjoy my stream and failures showed up.
My destiny was somewhere else. But I was adamant. But one can’t fight destiny.
Plagued by failures and disappointment, I embraced writing once again, by starting this blog – an attempt still half hearted.
One year into writing, and today I’m enjoying it. I am happy. I can see a future in writing. Ideas float in my head so easily. This blog is the only successful thing in my life right now.
I’m still to take that one brave decision to accept writing in a full fledged manner.
I promise you, the reader, that I will do it. Soon.
First, I have a chapter to close. One unfinished task to complete. The last remnant of my life of wrong decisions still calls for my attention.
And I will be back to writing after I do it. I’ll let you know soon.
I want this post to be a learning curve to all those who have a dream.
Never, ever, ever let that dream go.
It doesn’t matter if you are young, old, male, female, black, white, brown, or any other color – if you have a dream, go for it.
Dreams do come true.
My best wishes to you all!
It’s 1:14 a.m. Lots of good wishes to all readers. Signing off from Guwahati, India.