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I leave behind you my dream!

Four years have passed like four days. I still remember the first day of college. I was very scared of ragging and seniors. Though I was convinced that I will handle all that, but even then I had a little fear with lots of joy. And I met a senior just few minutes after I entered the college. The devil was looking at me, I tried to avoid him, gathered courage and tried to pass him, but had to stop. I looked at him, he looked at me. I was not aware of some eye culture here. The next half an hour I was with among four others of my class, one girl and three of us and the senior, he seemed to be a music lover, he wanted us to sing song for him. I knew if I sing something will happen. I sang so loudly that teachers from classes by side came there and scolded that senior. That was the first day of college and today is the last day of college. I had nothing with me on that day and today I am an engineer, with lots of dreams, lots of ideas and of course an engineering degree and a joining letter from an MNC. My family is more happy than me. I am going back to home tonight. When you love somebody for no reason it become a divine love. I know that no body else in this whole world think as good of me as my family. One more thing I forgot to mention, I am taking back along with my engineering degree is my love, my life partner. I met her here in college, I don't know why I got attached to her so much, some internal connection. I used to look at her, tried to avoid her and really never thought I will ever talk to her, I liked to be near her, but it was impossible for me to speak to her, three years passed like this I hardly ever talked to her and thats also when she started talk, after third year I realized that it will be real disaster if she met somebody even poorer than me, even useless than me. I didnt wanted her to spend her life with someone that is not me and finally she talked to me, again she started the talk, that talk realized me that she wanted me to ask, and I did this time. That was the most beautiful day of my college life. Now I am not single, I am now with increased responsibility.
I never wanted to work in any MNC. I want to work for myself, my state and my country. I accepted this offer just to have some security. If things go well I will have my own startup. I want to use technology to make India a developed nation. I know that things don't change easily, but I want to give it a try. I have been restless from last one year regarding this. I believe that only we the engineers can bring the change, even the terrorism, that can also be controlled by using better technology and better strategy. I have lots of dreams, I have a list of thousands of things I want to change. I dream with open eyes. When I dream I usually dream about future, a better future for my family, a better future for families of my friends, and a better future for whole country. I know it may took very long time and a very tough struggle, but I don't fear about all this, what I fear about is myself, I wish that I remain in this state of mind forever. Disappointment, fear of failure, frustration, these things distract me from my goal. The only thing I need to be is to be focused. Oh! its already 8.00 pm and my train is at 8:30 pm. I have to rush to railway station. If i miss this train the next train is at 8:30 pm next day, so I can't afford to miss this train. A little bit of hustle- bustle and I am in the train.Leaving the city that gave me a new life. I hope I will do something for this city someday. And I am back to home.
Mummy is happy like never before, pappy is proud of me like never before. Everybody is welcoming me like a prince or I have won a battle of some kind. And all this is making me the happiest person of the moment.

I will spend a week with my family than again I will leave them. Its like a festival at my home, my little sister has decorated home like Diwali, sometimes too much happiness scare you, especially when you are the center point of all this. So the day was all happy happy. I am tired now. Its really tough to meet so many people and smile each time, I started feeling like a robot programmed to shake hand and smile. I was in my bed, my mobile rang, It was from my old friend, he was scolding me for not telling him of my arrival, to calm him down I made a plan of visiting city in night, with other friends. We took a car and started visiting places we used to five years back, we were trying to recreate that feeling again, but that was not possible. Still its great to go to flash back. We took the main road to go to old fort, where we used to go in night, we were excited as childhood memory excites you like nothing else. My phone rang, It was from her, my love. We didn't talk for last 18hrs, longest since we exchanged our phone numbers. I was waiting for her call, but it was impossible to take the call in car, so discarded the call for two times, the third time my friend stopped the car and said me to attend the call. I get out of the car, I was really very excited, I was in her thoughts, in the middle of the road, I received the call, she said hello! I wanted to say hello, but I heard horn of a truck coming fast from behind , I looked back and truck was just few feet away, I realize that I am in the last minute of my life, I thought of my mummy, my papa, my family, my dreams and my love, I picked the phone and what I could say was " I leave behind you my dream" Sorry!

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