DREAMS THAT TURNED TO DUST

Dreams That Turned To Dust
A dream is one thing that is devoid of the eligibility of a mind, whatsoever.
The great government of our country has laws embedded in constitution for Various rights a human could be subjected to. There are a million advertisements ,even posters designed for the same. But I wish, just wish that there was a right that supplemented ‘achieving these dreams’.
The world today is moving too fast, just like the waves from the hell bound sea coordinate with the moon, we too are supposed to that. And the rising generation today has the spark. They know they could do wonders, and anybody who’s reading this knows that full well too.
I am no educationist expert, not even an ideologist. No philosopher and not even someone who’s idea would count. But I am someone who is very close to see their dreams crash right in front of my eyes and the best I can do is to stare at it, although I know bulging eyes won’t help. But one reason why I’m writing this at an odd hour like this is that I am no different from a number of students who go through the same.
We, as students have something or the other on our amateur minds to accomplish as professionals. But do all of us get lucky?
If that was true, the world would have been such a perfection-bidden successful place. A major problem that most students face today is choosing a college to study in as per the choice of their parents, and not theirs. And a greater truth lies in the fact that parents won’t send them outside their own ranges.
And I cannot in my defence, find a reason for the same. Not that I am any less understanding than anyone else would be. In fact, I would possibly lead the statistics if it were solely based on understanding.
I am just a random student who has been doing fairly well at the academic front. I have a passion towards ‘writing’ and while all my peers are having fun, chatting over the phone or going out and hanging out with their friends, I write JOURNALS. I cannot deny the fact that I do all of the things a normal teenager does or wishes to do. But more than that I write. And I wish no more than to publish myself into writing. And where I live, the opportunities are as many as the money I have in my pocket and that accounts for a null. And my parents won’t let me out, to study.
I have tried everything, practically everything that would hammer their minds. But they are as rigid as anything. Family fights are a routine now, and I’m overtaken by emotion. But I’ll fight, until my efforts are finally seized.
All who’s responsible for our dream is OURSELF. So, anyone who would have to work for it would be our solitary souls only. And even though the ones who live our dreams with us are our family people, successful or not. But quitting and submitting to what others have in plan for us is surely not one should do.
I have my dreams and I will make them come true. Because my life, what it will be years from now could not be governed by those who won’t be responsible for it then.
I’ll fight, because this is my last take to save my dreams from turning to dust.