There was a time when
everyone at home called me a dreamer. I had dreams that were not to the likes
of many. As a kid I dreamt of becoming a doctor…all this because I liked the
stethoscope hung from the doctor’s neck and how I loved to hear the “dukduk
dukduk” heart beats from this wonder machine. But this kiddy dream vanished
within a short period of some months when the prick of the needle from an
injection hurt me.
“No way, I don’t want to
become a doctor, they hurt people,” was all that I said and others laughed. But
it did not bother me.
Next was my thought of
becoming a well renowned sportsperson. I did well in this area in school. But
during my college days, there was restriction from Ma, and with that my
interest started dying though I had the repute of holding some state records
and represented my state.
Music, everybody loved it.
My Ma played string instruments and the harmonium. My sisters and I too learned
singing and playing the harmonium was also to my liking. When our music teacher
wanted me to go and perform on the stage, a set back from the family. All that
was said was, “Learn music but keep it within the home and show your talent in
front of friends and relatives. No going out to perform on the stage.” My
mother was not conservative but I think she was possessive and didn’t want it
the way I liked, she was more concerned about her little girl and didn’t want
anything wrong to happen.
So many dreams have come
and gone in my life. Some did not cherish, some did not get a chance to blossom.
But the chase was always there and I knew I had been flexible and not so
serious. But a time did come when I knew I had to be serious. I did not like my
job and had to quit. I found pleasure and happiness in having my own coaching
classes. My students excelled and made me proud. I knew I had the ability to
give my best to the boys and girls who came to me to learn. Money has never
been the major factor, but the results were always my aim and I knew I did it.
But I have deprived small school going children from getting my coaching. Maybe
someday or the other…
I have been enjoying my
social service I render in teaching under privilege children. I got associated
with this organization by chance and this has given me so much pleasure. At
first it was such a hard work for me but now I love it. Had never dreamt about
it but it came my way.
I love books and like their
company. Studies were my priority, and by the time I entered my Graduation
year, I had made up my mind to start with writing on my own. And this has come
down with me for years now.
Not belonging to the
present generation, my opportunities were different from what it is now. But no
regrets as I am happy to pursue a dream that I had and it is no longer a dream
but reality. I have recognized “ME” and that’s what matters to me. Live and be
happy in what you are doing as long as it does not become a barrier to others.
Live and let live is my motto.
