I have a dream. A dream fueled by my will to learn, influence, inspire and possibly educate. I am thankful to my parents who have let me pursue my dreams. They have supported me through everything. I have been fortunate. I have been fortunate to dream. Few have this luxury. Very few are born with silver spoons.A young boy, hardly 20, works as a security guard at my office. You will know he is a kid, just by looking at him. His father is a security guard too. He had just finished his Technical training exams and was back in our office lobby after a month. So I offered to give him a book to read to pass his time. I was sure, he was not overburdened with work there. I got him Malgudi School Days by R K Narayan an easy & light read to start with. He was overjoyed, and for the next few days he zealously read the book. Every time I passed him, I got a beaming smile in return. It felt good.
Today though was different, the book, which had been lying on his desk every time of the day was no longer there. He called me towards his desk and told me with tears brimming in his eyes, that people don’t even like it that he is reading. He told me he wanted to get out of this place. He wanted to study, become an engineer. He would be quitting soon. I promised him that he could take any help he wanted from me for his studies.
I felt more fortunate at that instance, I saw myself in his tear filled eyes, I imagined what I would have done, if I was in his position. Life had been good to me. There wasn’t anything to complain. My ambitions and aspirations might have grown, but I felt I had more to thank for. Things were not as bad as my mind made them to be. I had enough hope with me, enough for me to share it with those without it.
I hope this kid can quit, I hope he can get admission to his diploma. I hope he can live the life, of which I have a dream…..