A DREAM BECAME TRUE

Every one of us dreams as a way of responding to natural instinct. We dream by habit. As we all want to decorate our life in full resplendence we try hard to turn our dreams into reality. That is called the success of life. A man who can translate most of his dreams in precise perfection in the streak plate of reality comes close into touch with the cascade rhythm of life. A dreamless man is just like a ship without a rudder in deep sea. He can simply drift away in the ocean of life without knowing the whereabouts of his destination as such. A man is called a failure one when he does not reach his destination. Life then appears to him dull and insipid. Such a life is a burden to each and everyone because it is charmless. This is absolutely painful. If any dream is turned into success mind is then filled up with an inexplicable joy with no boundary at all.

We all are avid seeker of happiness in life. But it is a relative term not having any shape in particular and the source of happiness varies from man to man because the coordinates of mental setup never concur at a particular point. All want to be happy, but the flashing point of happiness is unknown to them in most of the cases. So far as my case is concerned, I was not exception to that before I came across to that incident. To be very honest, it is the turning point of my life. I came to understand the basic philosophy of happiness and that was my dream.

Want is always infinite. Limitless want converts our life into misery. Wants can never stand in a particular point. It grows and grows. The more want grows up, the more we plunge onto trouble. That need base want is the source of real happiness and this simple truth was unknown to me. Though real happiness is my dream since I have come into senses the basic recipe to achieve that was not reachable to me.

Not the episode of long back it is. I was sitting alone in the front balcony of my house. I had a very casual look in the street. Suddenly I found a poorly clad girl, at best thirteen or fourteen, begging from door to door. The sun was scorching. I felt pity for the girl as she had been fighting with misfortune. My heart got moistened and melted too. The girl came at the door my house with an appeal to give her some alms. The appeal was so fervent that I was deeply moved. I came down and helped her with a fifty rupee note. She at once refused to accept my offer and said,” Look, I need Rs fifty a day. I have already had Rs 30/- at my disposal. I need only Rs.20/- more to fulfill my need. I can’t accept Rs.30/- in excess because it will step up my need the very next day. I do beg, but that should never go beyond my need. Need in excess is the root of discontentment. Please, try to understand my problem.”

We all claim our superiority. But an illiterate, perhaps slum-bred, girl exposed my eyes with an awareness to the true destination of happiness. I thanked her a lot because she helped me to identify the track of real happiness, my only dream. I am now really happy with no confusion.