Passion – Dreaming & creating a vision
I have spoken a lot about passion in my blogs, but whatever I say about passion is always less. I hear a lot of successful people talking about their dream of becoming what they are today, but in my opinion, it is not always exactly the way it is portrayed. The truth about dreams and passion is almost always in small packets and keeps changing with time when the previous dream is fulfilled.
When I was a boy of ten, I saw some of the well-to-do students of my class having their own bicycle. Those days, when there were hardly any cars on the road and having a cycle was an envious thing for lesser privileged ones like me.
“This dream was so intense that any opportunity I had I would utilize“
I always dreamt of having my own bicycle. This dream was so intense that any opportunity I had to lay my hands on my friend’s cycle and try learning to ride the cycle was never missed. I remember that I bargained doing the homework for them in return of sharing their cycle.
I learned riding the cycle very fast. I had no problems sporting few cuts and bruises in the bargain when I fell multiple times trying to keep the balance. Within few weeks, after crashing friend’s cycles and damaging a couple of them, I was a great rider. Remember, I did not spend a single penny in the process, but my passion helped me find ways to get what I wanted.
When I told my father that I know how to ride a cycle, he did not believe me. Unfortunately, right from my childhood I had the habit of indulging in the habit of “positive assertion”, which in common language we know as “bragging”.
I was normally scared of my father, typical of the father, children relationship in North India 35 years back. Talking to him would mean that I would think and prepare myself well before I spoke to him on any subject involving him. I desperately wanted a cycle of my own and my dream of riding my “Own” cycle was the end of all my vision. I remember preparing the whole script of what I will tell my father about buying me a cycle. My elder brother used my father’s cycle whenever he wanted to.
Things were not the same as we normally see today. My father earned enough to just give us a dignified living and good education. Any other expense was simply not possible without cutting down on other essential need. When, our new dress only came once in a year during Diwali, getting a new cycle was a tall order.
When I told my father that I know how to ride a cycle, he simply said “Good” and went on with his work. It was only when I told that I need my own cycle that he looked at me seriously. I had already convinced my mother and even traded that I am fine to manage with old dresses this year and will manage with used books of my brother for my school.
My father was equally passionate person and his dream was to make us successful in life. We teamed up to find a solution to fulfill my dream. One day, my father brought home a bicycle for me.
This cycle had two wheels without wheel cover. The pedals were missing and a bar was welded in place of pedal. The seat cover was missing and the stump in place showed a great promise that something like a seat could be fixed there. The black paint was almost gone and the bare metal frame had patches of brown rust. Handle had break bars, but break pads were missing. The ringer on the handle was the only thing, which did not make any sound in the cycle.
Had it been today, I vouch, the two wheeled structure I was overjoyed that time to have as “My own bicycle” would have been thrown off without a second thought in junk.
I took that cycle and got it in a working condition over next two days spending the minimum I could. I brought some repair kit myself and spend hours grooming my cycle every day.
When I rode the cycle that day, it was one of my proudest moments ever.
Now that I had achieved a dream and pursued a passion, Did I stop there?
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