One fine morning, suddenly, when I wake up, I see myself on the cover page of a big corporate magazine, my interviews published in one of the leading newspapers, paparazzi following me wherever I go, glamour and glitter all around, photographers humming to capture me in their lens and yes, I have been waking up everyday and seeing this dream with my eyes wide open. I frame my dream every morning and cherish it whole day and yes, the next morning, I see the same dream but the intensity to achieve glitz and glamour is more.
Good or bad, beautiful or ugly, smooth or rough, I am not sure but yes, the path to my dream is not so easy and I do not want it to be easy. Sacrifice, moral suicide, frustration are a passé, what remain is the intoxication which is never fading and I love it. I have loved it more than myself. It’s a hunger to die, die literally every day, die without noise, die without pain, die with a desire to make others die for me, to make them die seeing my success. It’s a death I am waiting with bated breath.
I am habituated with my dream, no conscience or emotions can take me away from that dream, no sweet talks can enchant me, neither the heart nor the mind is ready to surrender to the compulsion. Yes, my eyes are tired, sometimes I find myself as a prisoner with my hands and legs tied, closed in a dungeon unable to reach people and shout, that, “Look who I am. I am not one among those millions who choose to live a life designed by others but I am one of those who have the patience to struggle, fight with the destiny, decide what is Right or Wrong for me, not what society has decided, break all the rules of Goodness Theory, yes, I am one of those, whom you aspire to be but the only difference between you and me is you will die ASPIRING and I will ACHIEVE IT”.
Yes, you are one of those millions, who will die and I will continue living even after I DIE…
