19. Dreams

“Why are we here?” roared Tazzy raising his beer bottle towards the sky.
“For the glory of Rome, Caesar,” I said playing the role of Maximus the Gladiator, raising my bottle of beer.
“No tell me seriously, Harry why are you here?” he asked again. I was in no mood for such a talk so it was difficult to shift gears; I thought earnestly and declared,
“Money
“Is that it?”
“Yes”
“And you” now he asked Depesh.
“Money”
“And you” now from Bhupi
“Same”
“Hmmm…” Tazzy went thinking for a while through his drunken thoughts.
“Okay, let’s say I give you a million dollar each, then… then what would you like to do with your life?”
“Not enough…” quipped I.
“Okay, one billion”
“Pehle de…”
“Ha, ha, ha…”
“Come on guys be serious…”
“Serious, after a beer in my belly, ha ha, that’s waste of money” Depesh retorted.
“Okay Bhupi, you tell, if there is no money problem in your life, what would you like to become?”
“A singer”
“I would become a professional body builder” said Depesh flexing his biceps.
“And you Harry”
“A filmmaker”
“See that’s the point”
“What?”
“Nobody is living his own dream; everybody is living someone else’s dream, of parents, of relatives, of society. The entire world binds you to a road you don’t want to walk. Ninety percent of students in this college would not be here if there was no constrain of money of parents of society. This is a secure way of getting money, to become a singer is risky, that’s why every student is pushed into something he doesn’t love. Why are there these clubs and groups, music club, dramatics club, rock bands, cricket club operating in our college because still there is some hope somewhere within these people to live their dreams, hope that it might happen, that it might come true their true love for something might find its destiny. Don’t you wish that way?” Tazzy looked at Depesh.“Yes I wish. I wish something happens and I am free to go and do what I love to do.”