Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Because Dreams Are Not Borrowed

I felt a certain enervation, not very long ago, in trying to somehow get myself the coveted comfort of a placement on campus. It can be quite baffling to any discerning eye to notice that security is central to so many people's thoughts. A predetermined course for the next several months is a much cherished accomplishment. So much so for public approval, that I brutally brushed aside my harping discontent.I was of course slightly bitter at the rather unexpected predicament of failing to land a job, when a hundred others from my own college made it.
It was exactly in such an unsure state of mind that I stumbled over a wonderful reference, Paulo Coelho's novel 'Alchemist'. I was amazed at the way it spoke to me in a such an intimate way.
The story of a young boy, in his aimless peregrinations and the sudden revelation of his destiny by persistent omens , left a deep impact on me. The Alchemist is undoubtedly one of the most beautifully written abstract work in recent times, littered with metaphors and free for interpretation. It felt like one book written just for me. The many disturbances and trifling dilemmas I had , were so deftly erased.The young boy, who left home with just one wish of traveling, is compelled to go looking for a treasure. Every time he attempts to leave the quest midway, the omens provide generous help, till the boy gets what he wanted and more. The book really isn't about the treasure at all, but more about the process of nearing it. It is about perception and learning. It is about identifying that universal soul and feeling one with nature.
I always wanted get into research, I groomed my interests that way and always thought I had it in me to be a scientist.Which is exactly what brought me to do my engineering. I was almost on the course.But today it means I would have to leave the safe confines of my home and the comfort of the known.I have to uproot myself from this environment and place myself in an entirely new place. I must turn my back to the corporate jobs, with their many temptations and security and set out to study elsewhere. Then there is this lingering sadness about leaving my mother and sister behind. A little while ago,I willingly laid carpets over my dreams and stayed content with wishful thinking.But the omens , were all there.
I dint clear the interviews that I actually worked for, but ended up doing really well in the tests that would assure me a place in a university, towards which I paid meager attention. I do not particularly believe in omens, but I am increasingly beginning to trust them. If they will lead me to my treasure I cannot say now. But at least I will not be the same person as the one I am as I set out to get it. I will have many things to learn. A character in the book says, "when you want something , all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it". This must be one of those many conspiracies.