DREAMZZ UNLIMITED…. Janne kya chahe mann bawara….

I am different, this is what I used to believe as a kid, I thought I had a brain which works, I had 2 eyes 2 ears a nose and a mouth, I thought everything about my existence was more than ordinary…although I came to know it was the opposite… the things which I thought made me different were the most ordinary things I had…and one such ordinary thing was dreams…even I used to dream, dream of what I can do, dream of what I am doing, and dream of what I will be doing…that time I dint knew what a job or a career is… all I knew was I am gonna make it big...very big some day… I wanted to fly…all I wanted to be was superman or shaktimaan or even my dad’s driver ( I love traveling part), and DI’s friend’s boy friend ( ohh I could still remember that beautiful friend of her) .
and as I grew so did my senses and one day my 6^th sense persuaded me that these aren’t big enough so I have to decide what I will be doing...

I can very well remember that I was in 9^th grade when suddenly some patriotic part of me decided that I am gonna be an IAF pilot, yeah youngest pilot of India…this is what I and my 6^th sense decided for me…I had my plans…to make India a super power… (This is what Indians generally crave for and so did I.) I decided I will be joining Indian Air Force( I loved IAF) so I dreamt of an IAF team called FORCE I, like special combat forces…(initially I thought of force X but made it I)…and so on and on and on….I slept with the same dream on 20^th December 2002, and when I got up next day (21^st December my birthday), Di was standing with a whole new world for me…I went near her and touched it…
it was my first real 6 string…I loved it…
and then my 6^th sense said “time keeps changing so do I”

gone were the days of IAF gone was force…now I had a dream a very clear dream.. I was to become a soul guitarist…that’s all I dreamt of…guitars, music, bands, concerts….I had always been a big fan of bryam adams and I dreamt of being as famous as he was..
but as every story has a villain I had 2L, my dad and our family business…
my dad hated my guitar like hell…he could not take his son choosing a guitar over family business…
but I was adamant as he was and d first song I learnt was “papa kehte hai bada naam kare ga, beta humara aisa kaam karega”…but with me it was different..It was “papa kehte hai BADNAAM karega, beta humara PARESHAN karega”…

and then to add on to my miserable life were my dad's friends…I can remember once an uncle telling me “beta ye baja chodo padai par dhyan do”… I was calm at time but in my mind I killed him at least thrice, and I said uncle baaja nahi guitar kehte hai…
with such a criticism this dream seemed no more achievable, but I still had to try and I dint give up my guitar classes. I had to become a lead guitarist all I wanted was to work with backstreet boys…and days passed…some happy some sad…and due to spending most of time with my guitar I had already failed in my grade 12^th chemistry pre board exam…
and then came 21^st December 2004 and what I got was the biggest gift of my life…I have never seen something as beautiful as it was…slim, attractive, smartest and fastest…
a Toshiba Laptop, I was so amazed with it that for next few days I almost forgot I had something called guitar…I was in love(again) with this machine…
and then my 6^th sense said “time keeps changing so do I”
now I wanted to be an engineer…I wanted to play with machines…love them, live them…
now guitar was a history all I wanted was new machines…explore the power of science.. I wanted to work in factory with machines all over me…I dreamt of creating new technologies like Intel (I was so fascinated with that Intel Inside)... and to design an aircraft for Indian air force…there was so much I wanted to do...then I and my 6^th sense decided I am gonna be an engineer…it made everyone happy…like a happy ending….
but as I always knew I am different so even this couldn’t suffice me..or you can say I couldn’t suffice it...engineering seemed so alien to me…suddenly whole universe was falling on me, facing a hungry lion seemed easier then poking my head into damn machines…and then I realized god has a totally different plan for me(what an idea sir ji)
and then my 6^th sense said “time keeps changing so do I”
yeah advertising…I loved those damn creative advertisements…all I wanted was to have an advertising agency of my own…I have a dream…a very clear and elucidative dream of being in my office and creating an advertisement for a mobile company or a automobile company or an FMGC…I dreamt of being suave and sophisticated…MD of India’s largest advertising group..(Ayushman...yeah that’s what my group’s name would be)… and one fine evening I told my dad what I was going to be, an ad maker (it took hell loads of courage, for I knew a whole lot of drama and dhishum dhishum would follow)…and as I anticipated my CEAT dad(born tough) could not digest it…our family business and parampara…I had to bear with it….and my dad said “besharam tu humari ijjat par DAAG lagaega”… (Not just said, he actually roared)…
but I was as adamant as he was… ab “KUCH ACHA KARNE SE DAAG LAGTE HAI TO DAAG ACHE HAI NA”…
so after having experience in a number of jobs (IAF, Guitarist, Engineer, and many more…) I now dream of being the creative, the sophisticated, the suave, the debonair head of my advertising agency AYUSHMAN…I hope some day I will transform some of my dreams into reality…no dream too big, no dream too high...
till then… “Time keeps changing so do I”