The Aspirations of a unplugged soul

In this world where cannibalism is the order of the day we forget what we always wanted to be. Here cannibalism does not imply its obvious but it means the cannibalism of ones aspiration and dreams .To cut the philosophical crap and come to the point i would like to ask every one simple question. What did you want to be when you were 12 years old? I’m sure you might think "It’s ridiculous; I was 12 years old dude! and all I knew was what my class teacher (Mrs. Daniels) told me". But that’s what I’m getting to, when you were 12 years old nobody told you "Nikhil you have to study hard and become a engineer". Everyone thought that you were still not prepared for the decision. That does not mean that you had no right to dream - see your self doing some job that sounded unmatched. If we backtrack now and thought I wonder how many of us would have even dreamt of doing what we are today? I’m sure it is only a handful. How many of us thought of becoming consultants and merchant bankers at the age of 12. For sure I didn’t!

At 12 the only thing I could think I was going to become is a "Truck driver”. Yes, it’s true I wanted to be a truck driver and there was a very good reason for it. Lets start by saying I have always been a motor head, I was fascinated machines, cars, bikes, planes etc. To be truthful the way i looked at it back then I a 12 year old kid had a bicycle (which loved more than anything on earth?) every one around seemed to be owning the next best thing a motorbike and my father who was a well to do businessman owned the car which was the next best thing to a bike, I saw a pattern as the size increased things got better. Ahhh so that means the best things on the roads are trucks because they are easily larger than busses and are the kings of the road. To cut the long story short i concluded the guy who owns a truck is the king of the road coz he has the badest wheels around.
Soon I found my self in a world where trucks are the kings and I couldn’t possibly get my mind of trucks for the next couple of years ( signs of maturity).I could not imagine myself 15-20 years down the timeline doing anything else but driving trucks. I never missed an opportunity to get a peek into truck within 6 months i new the truck number (1210 , 407 , 609...) better than my math’s tables, I was so inquisitive that i used to drive my father nuts asking him questions about trucks and all my father could manage was a very confused and blank look. I even tried involving my relatives into these knowledge pangs, all this lead to one theory in the family "Vijay what’s with this kid of yours and trucks! Has he got some friend whose father is truck drivers? If yes, I hope u realize he is in bad company ".

There I was, in a world ruled by trucks and truck drivers oblivious to the harsh realities of the world. As they say in management depreciation is part of operation, so are these dream a part of growing up. Life is different when you are 12 every thing you see is through the opening in your egg shell like an egg that is going to transform into a hatchling and the only visible signs of it are the egg tooth with which it cracks the shell. Now here I’m sitting in front of a laptop at 4:00 in the morning slogging it out over management studies, all I do now is I smirk at the thought of my childhood fantasies and the bubbles of glycerin called dreams.