My Dearest Dreams

To,
My Dearest Dreams,
It is with great sorrow I have to inform you that back then and there (in some weird dimension of time and space) I lost my way into what was shown to me as reality but turned out to be illusion. Not stopping there, this illusion morphed into ever receding mirage! Even before I could realize I had already traveled some distance chasing it. I had already squandered away some of my time.

 I have lost all moral rights to seek you in my waking 'reality'. I do not expect you to wait for me. And why should you? I have no reason. I.... eh.... 
...


But I am so human, a shameless human! Don't you know that? In spite of all that I have done, or not done, to you I wish you to be there for me. Please do not ask me any reason. I am a shameless fool. Also, a hopeful fool.


If my words can reach out to you, 
I hope, so will my feelings laden in them. 
I hope I have not lost you for ever. 
I hope you are still near. 
I hope to see you.
I hope you could see me. 
I hope I am not too late. 
I hope I have not gone too far.  


Not anticipating but still hoping!


From,
A Lost Dreamer

Future

Towards the end of April I started teaching as private tutor to 4 students, one each from 9th, 10th, 11th and 12th grade.

I left school after completing my 12th in the year 1999. All these years, after school, I was under the impression that lot of water has flown under the bridge in last 14 years, that problems faced by students now would be different for that of my time.

But in last one and half months I have realized that practically NOTHING has changed. The options might have increased, so is competition. The worst, I feel, is undue pressure on students- parental pressure, peer pressure, school pressure, coaching pressure. Added to all these is confusion of growing as teenager. I feel really, really  sad seeing them coping with all these and even more.

When it comes for their kids, parents always thinks the best, the best school, the best grades, the best college, the best job..... In the process they tend to become little insensitive.
How much is too much...  is the question I have!