Let us talk about dreams and aspirations…

When you walked with me along the way,

And I thought everything would be fine someday,

For you will be mine someway,

You know what I did?

I chased my dreams…

They tilt, turn, suffocate, respire with us and end with us. Dreams cannot and never be true; they are our fears, which we want to see them in their utmost beauty. It’s like a ghost in a wedding gown. Even if they turn into reality, they get fermented and change its color, texture and taste. Dreams do not fit into reality. Its like milk filled in a copper vessel, which reacts with the container, and the end product is something unexpected, undesired and unfavorable.

Just as in science we consider an ideal condition which is purely hypothetical and cannot exist in true form, dreams are those ideal conditions which do not exist in this world but we humans create with a well developed imagination to run away from harsh reality which we consider as torture because of   circumstances which are not under our control.

After 7 years of marriage Ramakant and Mina were desperate for a child and were worried about the same, as they never felt a complete family. Ramakant thought a child bounds not only two individuals but also enhances a common motive of living a life fully. Though he suggested Mina of adopting a child she was hesitant to adopt, as she wanted her own child and could never feel for others child as her own.

They traveled to almost every corner of the world praying for it, there was no doctor who could help Mina and her husband regarding the same.

Then one day a newspaper article made a little hope for them “childless parents contact here “. Ramakant took the paper cutting on which an address was mentioned to Mina and they both decided to meet the concerned person.

They set out for the journey, which was nearly two and a half days of traveling in a remote interior village in the southern part of India. Traveling was tiresome as first by train, then a local bus and then by a bullock cart. A swami in a small Mud house wearing a saffron coloured loin greeted them with a smile.

After an hour of conversation the holy man gave them a white powder wrapped in a silver paper and covered it with a banana leaf. The swami told them to open the cover only after they dip in the holy Ganges. So the couple went to the north of India without much delay or rather their eagerness to have a baby.

Patience and penance paid them their dividends and a baby boy was born to this blessed couple.  Rightly said “Miracles work where medicines fail”

It was a leave in the office and Ramakant planned a picnic with few friends and their family in a nearby locality.

They arranged everything under a tree and placed the baby on a bed sheet and covered him with a small transparent cloth. Ramakant was busy playing cards with his friends under the shade of a banyan tree.

Mina was with the group of women circle learning the art of swimming. She constantly had an eye on the baby and checked the natural needs of the baby. Her ears were alert for the babies cry though Ramakant was engrossed in the game. The difference is that of a man and a woman. Children were busy playing hide and seek. They never realized how the day passed .It was evening and every one decided to leave the place.

Mina went near the baby and faced a shock to see the baby lying dead on its belly near the pool of water

Collected near the arrangement due to rain .It appeared as if the baby had crawled into it and could not move out of it.

The shocking news was covered in every local newspaper and magazines of the town.

Days passed by and Ramakant decided to meet the swami again and convinced Mina for the same. They left in the next immediate train. When they reached the doorstep swami greeted them with a mysterious smile and offered a seat.

He consoled them as if he knew everything and told, “In this world, there are certain things which are predestined prior to your birth and you are not destined to have a child. When I saw you earlier it

Was grief of not having a child and today you sorrow over a dead child .The child was never yours. It was a desire, which you had and all desires do not come true. The lord chooses you for a certain purpose. You will know the purpose in later stage of life.”

Ramakant and Mina walked out of the swamis ashram and never grieved after that for they knew that

“Every life has a purpose and we are only a bow in the hands of the mighty archer called the almighty the arrow is the purpose which only the archer decides and not the BOW!

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