Dreams Change. When I was really young, I wanted to be a train driver. Then an archer or a hunter (whichever was convenient). Then a policeman. Then a pilot. Then an IAS officer. Then the Prime Minister. Then a businessman.  And now I am a manager.

When I was really young, I would be superman, spiderman, hanuman. Then I started riding a bicycle. Even as I was getting used to the balance I took it out without mom’s knowledge for a 5 kilometer ride (she still does not know). Along the way a truck came in front. I averted the truck, but lost my balance and fell in the bushes. The truck driver was worried I was hurt. I was worried mom would know.
A little while later, I learnt to ride a scooter. Same thing. I took it out to show-off. Show-off became slide-down. I convinced the witnesses (mostly my friends) not to tell my folks. I hid my scratches.
A little while later, I learnt to drive a car. I took it out to the market without anyone knowing. Found it incredibly difficult to reverse the car. No nicks or scratches. But I did not take it out after that.
Would I do the same now? Of course not. Will probably not even drive another’s car. 
What changed?  I grew up.
We all grow up. We don’t take risks anymore. We are very aware of our mortality now. Our vulnerability. And in a sense our indispensability to our loved ones. When young, we enjoy every moment. When old, we survive every moment.
As I see my son grows up, I can literally see the same cycle. He is four and passionately wants to be a truck driver….
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3 comments on “Dreams”

  1. Rajeev Nair

    Very good . It was short but conveyed a lot . ( Mark of a good writer !)

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  2. ShivanandanGupta

    Good one 🙂

    Need some more 🙂

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