A Passionate Visionary

It was a really, really long time ago when it took a lot for me to emote openly- the emotions were always there, tucked away in some corner of of my mind and too shy to show themselves up, sometimes even to me. But such a transition has come about, or rather emotions nowadays have become so overwhelming, that they have begun to flow- so eloquently that they amaze me. The result is, fortunately or unfortunately, a frequent set of actions which reveal the most inner folds of your earlier profound self to the outside. 

Last night, I happened to read about a success story, of a teenager who had fought against all odds that generally keep people tied up and prevent them from achieving great things, to make himself eligible for a law degree from the prestigious set of law schools in the country. Being from a low-income strata of the society and the only earning member of his family, this boy from a small town in Andhra Pradesh had braved all obstacles to achieve his dream. The fact that he was completely visually challenged did not keep his spirits from soaring- SO high that none of those social evils or cruel handicaps or merciless obstacles could imagine that the boy would come out of all this with flying colours! Such proud parents the boy would have, such admirers all over the country he had created... such a motivating precedent the boy had managed to set. 

Having finished his first trimester in law school, he had written a letter to the team of dedicated volunteers who had assisted him in the process, informing them how well he was managing everything, just on his own. On his own! He must have felt a flutter of a thousand birds fly in his heart... that freedom, that joy. It was a simple note, a tin one... but brimming with so much optimism and passion. Just enough to motivate. It was also humbling that I was involved in one such venture of making dreams come true, and I sighed instinctively. Just as I finished reading, tears were rolling down my cheeks and I was sobbing like a child. Everything that I thought I had achieved seemed like nothingness before such passion to achieve more and more. 

And now, all my dreams about career, academics and future plans had just taken a fresh diversion, seeming to indicate to me as to what exactly I wanted to do. There could be nothing more noble and satisfying than being associated with such visionaries, who would be a constant source of learning.  It was still vague in my head, but I was confident about giving it a form soon, I was sufficiently inspired. And when I shut my eyes after a tiring day, I did so in anticipation of that satisfying idea I had started to build in my head.