At 2:40 AM, I’m running out of the thoughts to put something concrete here for the sake of writing. There is so much to write but Idon’t find anything worth writing. What should I write: How my days went today? Why am I still struggling? What’s the worth of writing? What’s the message behind? Is my story is complete to share something meaningful? How many are out there those can draw inspirations from my story? I guess no one. In fact my story is yet not started. My film is still in its casting stage. Still there is so much to introduce.
Well my short entrepreneurial journey of twelve quarters has so much to write. If I start writing all of them chronically then I would be in a position to acquire the Mashala status of Chetan Bhagat. Jokes apart, everything is not falling apart here. The outcome is experience rich, infinite balance sheet of life. People say I’m like an artist, quicker I start liking and doing something, the quickest I start hating the things. But I think differently, I always follow my heart and vision. No short term planning or goal or short judgment for people or things. If I find something or someone good at first sight then there won’t be a single second thought about that person or thing. I follow till the end. Yes, but I have tried and tested every single thing not to be left behind. Have done every single activity. Still I’m searching.
Today, in the evening one of my business partners was sharing that this world is full of 'dream stealers'. Everyone around you will try to steal from you what you love the most. I exactly fill the same. In fact I’m the victim of ‘Dreams Robbery’. The constant Guerrilla attack on my dreams has made me stronger like Ancient Somnath Temple: Vibrant and Taller. The limit of my sky increases by many astronomical miles by every single attack of ‘dreamstealers’.
I don’t want to compare myself with any living or non living metaphor but ‘dream sealers' always do compare. People always compel me for my ‘What’ and ‘How’ but I always follow my ‘Why’. The socio-economic bonding always tries to en-cage me in the limits of common man of common dream. But, every time I escape with a definite cause and better reason. Yes, I’m born ‘free’. Sooner or later everything associated with me will be free like me. And will help me to create freer world of independent notions. Amen!
