The dreams.. for just 25 more days.. :P

I don't know why I feel I am obliged to give you guys some updates about what's happening with me.. I don't even feel like I have to make an effort for the same.. This isn't writing people, just some random moments/ realisations I would like everybody to be a part of.. But this one, it's lil different..It's for all those idiots in my life, for their dreams, wishes.. This is not about the ambitions we have.. All of us are sitting with our hands clutched to our side supports, waiting for the reality roller coaster of that to begin.. It's about all those stupid things we expected, dreamt of, wanted to pursue till our graduation and trust me, their's a whole lot of variety here..

It's a mix of all sorts of weirdos here.. For starters, almost everybody wanted to have a "significant" other. One of them wanted some guy to go up on the stage, or some famous celebrity to call her up on the stage, and give her a special mention, or confess his love for her, to have the audience hoot and cheer her. The other one wanted to have the same boyfriend for all her academic life, like literally from her school, to junior college to graduation. Others just wanted to have a nice romantic kiss from the one they love in a romantic setting or some just wanted to lose "it." Somebody wanted to go on an adventure trip with their better halves, others just wanted to go on a blind date or wanted a nice encounter with a tall, dark handsome/ hot, cute smart stranger.

One wanted to be a CIA agent and solve cases and fight like James Bond, one came to this college with the sole purpose of becoming a movie star and there was one, who just wanted to be famous and powerful. An idiot wanted to be the youngest CEO of a multinational company who hasn't even graduated and some co-idiots wanted to be featured as cover for TIME & Forbes magazines, or wanted to be famous scientists to be called all over the ivy league universities as speakers.. :P

There were others, who had some petty wishes, like trying different kinds of "firsts", getting drunk and doing crazy stuff and/or passing out, trying out all the "other" possible stuffs.. :P. There was one who wanted to be the absolute master of one instrument/art. And then there were a few who wanted to have some road trips, own houses before graduating, wanted to go to Bhutta Parvat once, wanted to climb on a bar table and dance, wanted to visit some "specific" clubs, wanted to have a Goa trip, wanted to have an all guys/ all girls long vacation and/or have some only guys/only girls fun.. ;) , wanted to ask somebody out, and there are many more...

I know, we were being childish, naive, but it's these dreams, this childishness that sometimes is forgotten in the race for ambitions.. After a few days, we all will be "supposedly" responsible, and wise grown ups..  It's nice to look back and be able to remember these things.. It's a part of us, one of the purest parts, that stems up from the childhood dreams. And nobody can state it better than these few lines the beloved H W Longfellow-
( I just wanted to post 1 or 2 stanzas, but couldn't decide which, so, here you go.. )

I can see the shadowy lines of its trees,

      And catch, in sudden gleams,

The sheen of the far-surrounding seas,

And islands that were the Hesperides

      Of all my boyish dreams.

            And the burden of that old song,

            It murmurs and whispers still:

      "A boy's will is the wind's will,

And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

I remember the bulwarks by the shore,

      And the fort upon the hill;

The sunrise gun, with its hollow roar,

The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er,

      And the bugle wild and shrill.

            And the music of that old song

            Throbs in my memory still:

      "A boy's will is the wind's will,

And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

I can see the breezy dome of groves,

      The shadows of Deering's Woods;

And the friendships old and the early loves

Come back with a Sabbath sound, as of doves

      In quiet neighborhoods.

            And the verse of that sweet old song,

            It flutters and murmurs still:

      "A boy's will is the wind's will,

And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

I remember the gleams and glooms that dart

      Across the school-boy's brain;

The song and the silence in the heart,

That in part are prophecies, and in part

      Are longings wild and vain.

            And the voice of that fitful song

            Sings on, and is never still:

      "A boy's will is the wind's will,

And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

There are things of which I may not speak;

      There are dreams that cannot die;

There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,

And bring a pallor into the cheek,

      And a mist before the eye.

            And the words of that fatal song

            Come over me like a chill:

      "A boy's will is the wind's will,

And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

Strange to me now are the forms I meet

      When I visit the dear old town;

But the native air is pure and sweet,

And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street,

      As they balance up and down,

            Are singing the beautiful song,

            Are sighing and whispering still:

      "A boy's will is the wind's will,

And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

And Deering's Woods are fresh and fair,

      And with joy that is almost pain

My heart goes back to wander there,

And among the dreams of the days that were,

      I find my lost youth again.

            And the strange and beautiful song,

            The groves are repeating it still:

      "A boy's will is the wind's will,

And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

It's just a random piece, for some random thoughts that some random people had at some random time at a random point of their life.. :P