Life is just a dream....

It is a small point I would like to make, but will make it with surely a little longer story. Yes, this is the story of a young man named Ramaiah!

A small introduction to Ramaiah's life uptil now... Ramaiah was born and brought up in the colourful city of Jodhpur. His father was a cobbler and he had an emporium of traditional Rajasthani footwear at the main market. So Ramaiah belonged to a socially backward, but still an economically well-off background. Cut to the present and Ramaiah has achieved what he dreamt off.... Yes, he has became a normal indian male, married to a wife of his caste and economic status, he has carried on his father's footsteps and has become the manager of the emporium. What else can a person want from his life, than to achieve what he dreamt off.

But why this mundane and simple dream.. Because not everyone knows that Ramaiah was a very practical person and had dreamt of doing simple things in life which draws no debate, no retaliation, no fame nor any defamation. He was a no-risk gambler, and he played roulette with betting on all numbers...

So just a small character tale and I come back to where I started, for Ramaiah life was just a dream. Now what I mean may not be clear to everyone of you. By life I mean dynamism, change, events always happening, challenges, survival ( thats what Darwin said), anything that deserves an adjective.. That is life... So for Ramaiah such sort of a life was just a dream, in a sense that it cannot be achieved.

So what is the real meaning of this statement? What happens to them who lose it all and realise their dreams? Most of them end up in a state where they think in the end, it didn't even matter. They long for a simple, no frills life, where they would have be happy each day of their life, just by the thought that they are alive. For them simple pleasures is just a dream.. That kind of life is just a dream..

I can generally put people in the two above said categories, Ramaiahsss and those Ramaiah could have become if he would have taken risks. But then I think there is a third kind.

The third kind are those who set landmarks, draw the lines, they risk it all to reach there, they touch the finish line and run back, they cut the throat only to do a succesful surgery, they are dynamic in their life and are simply happy individuals...

For them the life, now I mean the life they are living, is just a dream, not for them, but for those who envy them...

No one can become the third kind, atleast not perfectly, after all even perfection is just a dream.. Therefore perfection and life are so close, yet tooo far, just remains a thin line between dream and reality.