The Silence of the failed dreams

Prologue:
“Whatever it’s due to us could be the last thing we want it be lost but can be taken for our own
wellness.”

When I was a kid life seemed simple with big dreams and healthy relationships with my family,
everything seemed perfect, and nothing could become worse. But then I grew up and life changed
into a stringy mess. We all take our idols seriously how they lived and died we seek idols who are
successful and have big list of followers not someone sitting a five-by-five room trying to figure out
what can be done more to achieve something or what can be done more to come closer to our
desired dreams.

Why success is seen as the only source of happiness and respect and why can’t someone who has
given his best not be given praise even for his attempts?
 CHAPTER 1:
He jogging down the path with slow cold winds kissing his cheeks and rewinding the Movie
“Lakshaya” and listing to the song “Lakshaya”. Soon he got vibration in his left pocket and while
running down the hill he starts tapping the phone and trying to silent it but with the pace down the
hill made it quite difficult as the song chorus was getting interrupted. Finally he came down and take
the phone out of pocket and saw two missed calls from his girl Sanjana he called her back and the
sound on the other end was so sweet that the adrenaline rush turns into oxytocin. The sweet baby
like voice, sleepy voice saying slowly “Good night help me sleep, can you stay on phone for a while”.

He couldn’t say no and went to his favorite spot where he started doing pushups and pullups along
with sit-ups. After while she woke up and he started walking back to his home with smile over his
face and telling her how much he loves her and what she means to him, and this time he will
definitely clear the dream Job he was trying to pull off since the day he shed eyes over the uniform
his brother dawned during his passing out.

Life can never be seen as a rainbow but at least we can try to make it shine with everyday hard work.
Mr. Mohit Chauhan was about to find out how his life would turn out with his hard work and how
much he was about to lose and gain during his upcoming hardships. May be God was trying to make
him stronger and better.

Mohit, an engineer passes out Mechanical Engineering exactly, his love towards his machine and
creativity made him tool mechanical engineering after his schooling. His college life was as simple as
any seventeen-year-old college student would have. The first day was a little scary and very changing
the first night in hostel bed was very loud because of his new roommates. Being a son of a Physics
Lecturer he was disciplined at least waking up early but had no hobbies or any physical standard
weighing over ninety kilos he woke up six am I the morning like a normal school going child will be
soon he realized this wasted his home nor he was school student but he still woke up took a bath
and tried his best not to vomit in the hostel toilet. His first day in hostel mess was lovely but alone
no friends, or family members especially his Mother who makes breakfast for him. Sitting alone
outside over a bench he was killing time and trying to figure out the new things he will learn in his
college, new friends he will make. So when class was about to start he went straight to his building
and saw one of his roommate Vishwash who was an computer science engineer student. Mohit said
hello but was ignored. May be Vishwash was trying to gaze a look over the college notice board or
was trying to checkout girls but the point is he got Ignored. Finally, he reached his class and sat
alongside one short heighted and spiked haired boy. Well Mohit was six feet tall so can’t say about
much other heights. About nine past thirty minutes the first teacher came. She was wearing yellow
“suite” something but the thing she was wearing was scarier which the frown and the anger in her
eyes.

She begins taking attendance. When Mohit turns came she made him stand-up, in his mind he
thought he was getting a warm welcome at the same time he remembered he was one week late
because his Mother was not ready to leave him soon, mother’s love right! She shouted, Mohit !!!
Why are you one week late, didn’t you know the classes started a week ago?! She must have some
fight back I her home else what would explain the Jail warden attitude or she wanted to be Jail
warden despite that Mohit had not better explanation as saying “My mother didn’t wanted to leave
soon” would made him a new first year joker. So, he out of hurrying and fear spoke “Sorry ma’am I
got sick”. Any school student reading this remember one thing whenever you want an excuse being
sick is perfect answer, but it sometimes cost one medical report and good acting skills, second you
will eventually learn during your first semester, even you don’t realize you have multiple
personalities.

But at last, he sat down with shame and fear. The lecture was about English Communication skills.
English!! I don’t even know communication forget about English – said Mohit. But it was it.