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Live The Dream


Zhang Zhou one day had a dream. He dreamt of being a carefree butterfly. He fluttered by, in beautiful gardens. He then woke up to realize it was a dream. The dream left Zhang Zhou all concerned and confused. And he was struck with one question –

Am I Zhang Zhou who dreamt of being a butterfly?


Am I a butterfly who is now dreaming to be Zhang Zhou?

Well, maybe that’s how great philosophers think and they want to be thought of. But, did you ever think the same way? Did a dream ever leave you perturbed, this way?

The culprit behind all this disarray is a fact – that as long as you are dreaming, you don’t have any other perception of reality. The dream is – the plain of reality. All the fears and emotions attached in the dream, are but, real. Only once you wake up, do you realize that it was indeed a dream.

But if it was me, I do not think a dream, as such, will really disturb me. For, if I was gifted a horse I would not count its teeth, but instead, I would saddle up.

So, if I were, for once a butterfly, I would rather flutter by in all the beautiful gardens. Enjoy the weather; fly by rivers and mountains and more. May be try and be, the one featured butterfly of the ripple effect theory. And if I die in the dream or the dream comes to an end, I would just say – “that was a hell of a ride! “

My idea is not against philosophy, but it’s about being the best I can be, where ever I am. Even if it’s a dream, I would rather live it up.

The problem with most of us is, once we cross the teenage – we allow ourselves way too little. We further term this self-imposed restrain-order as Maturity. We are all scared of the repercussions.

What if this is actually a dream? I am sure you would bring all your aspirations to play. May be you would take up to a stage with a huge audience or gift your boss with that one-tight-slap he always deserved. May be you would quit your engineering and join the school of drama. May be you will move out of the house of your inconvincible-tyrant father, and start living on your own. And may be much more.

Really – would you do that, if it’s a dream?

Would you actually, for once, live – in your dream?

My question is, why don’t you permit the dream into your life. Instead of living in the dream – why don’t you allow yourself to live the dream?

Work towards your aspirations and make them true. Quit that living that you never liked and start living a life that you would never quit. There is, but one life – make the best of it. Have fun through the topsy-turvy ride, and finally when you end up, toast to your life and say –“that was hell of a ride.”

We are coming up soon to connect all the dreamers! Stay tuned.

Author – Ms. Kiran Mortha, MDS Team

There is a young boy who stands at the corner of my street. He watches me, every time I pass by the corner. I know he is looking at me, I can clearly feel that. But I do not know who he is. And he just stands there. I think he wants to ask me something. I don’t know what.

One evening, my friend came home, passing by the same corner. He started up with his deep analysis of the afternoons cricket match. I had to interrupt him. I usually don’t, but this time I had to. I asked him if he noticed the boy at the street corner.

He asked me – “Who?”

 I said “The same boy who always stands at the street corner”.

 He laughed out loud and he said “I have seen no one. Not this time, neither the million other times that I came to your house. You must be dreaming, the dreamer that you are. Another one of your impractical dreams”

 Offended though I was, I was in no mood to retaliate.  I instead asked him “Have you no dream of your own, of what you desire to be”.

He said “I am a practical person. Further, my parents have planned it all. I am just going to follow my brothers’ footsteps”.

Well, that’s him and this is me.

May be the boy wants to sell me something. And that explains him looking up at me all the time. But there was a strange thing about him, his face always used to reflect my mood. May be it’s one of his trick, maybe not. Why could my friend not see him? He was definitely not a ghost; there was nothing creepy in his presence.

And the questions never stopped surfacing and did not let me sleep. Next morning I woke up late and I decided to speak to this boy. He was there, at the corner, as usual. And I walked up to him. And did not know what to say, so I just stood there, staring at him.

The boy smiled at me and asked “Do you care for a dream?”

This reminded me of a story my grandmother told me. Well, it’s about a boy who used to stand at the street corner. He would sell colorful balloons. Kids and adults alike were attracted to his balloons. He was called the ‘dream-seller’.

I asked him – “Are you a dream-seller?”

He replied – “Dream seller, hope, spirit or life – call me whatever you want to. “

I asked – “Where are the balloons, then?”

He replied – “I will get them for you, if you want me to. But is that what you dream of?”

I asked – “Why could not my friend see you?”

He replied – “Well, your friend does not even dream of balloons. But don’t worry you are not the only person who can see me. There are others like you too.”

I asked – “Are you a real person or have I lost my senses. Am I supposed to be scarred of you?”

He replied – “Well I am just a reflection. I am the true ‘you’. There are others who know me and who see me every day. But, when the going gets tough, they give up on me. They ignore me, ignore their dream and ignore themselves. I first turn faceless for them, and my very sight starts to scare them. So they don’t lift up their head to see me, ever in their lives again. And gradually they lose themselves and their reflection in the crowd. I am the one who sits next to them on their death bed and dies with them. ”   

I asked – “So are you just my imagination?”

And then he said – “When did a man achieve anything without imagination?”

Tell me, do you care for a dream?

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Author – Ms. Kiran Mortha, My Dream Store