Dream, with extra sugar
Posted by sayali611
“My dream is to become a Movie star”, the minute my friend finished his sentence, uncontrollable laughter from our table filled the coffee shop. “Sir, can I get your autograph in advance?” other friends fired in their sarcasm, “When you turn all rich and famous, you won’t have time for us.” My friend sat there dejected, waiting for the jokes to die. For an aspiring actor, he did badly at hiding his emotions.
“I believe in him. He would make it big one day.” I said, not out of loyalty or pity, but out of the natural sanguinity and optimism of a kid, “Who knows, after 10 years, we will all be watching his movie together. You never know!” He smiled. I smiled. The jokes died. And we got back to our coffee again.
“And some extra sugar please”, I said and the man behind the counter nodded. A young boy beside me waited for his coffee too. He drummed his fingers and tapped his foot at the same time and then glanced back at his table. He smiled and a pretty young lady on his table smiled back. The man at the counter rolled his eyes at what he saw. The boy took his order and walked back coyly to his blushing date.
Another couple walked in, glancing at the much younger couple and suppressing a laugh. “Kids these days! If only they spent half the time and effort on their books,” my older friend laughed as she sipped her coffee. I walked silently to my table with my coffee and extra sugar as my friend kept joking about how kids are naïve. And how after few years they might not even get to see each other, leave alone ‘seeing’ each other.
I kept stirring in the sugar. I kept mum because I didn’t want to admit what I felt. I could relate with the counter-boy’s eye rolling. I could see the point in older couple’s chuckles. I even agreed with my friend’s predictions. And I could not relate with the artlessness and optimism of the kids. And it bothered me.
I still preferred my coffee sweet, but I had started to like my reality bitter.
In the past few years I had seen all kinds of dreams mauled and thrashed in every possible ways. Some drifted away to a place far off, some discarded to the shore. A lot of beautiful blue prints torn into pieces by ‘life’. And slowly, I metamorphosed into a cynic. I had started using words like ambitions and fantasies to separate the feasible from the non-feasible. And it bothered me.
It had been long since I had seen a girl being flattered more by a guy’s chivalry than by his bank account, looks and status. The young man seemed pleased simply by her presence. Their ingenuousness seemed like a blessing to me.
“They do seem cute together. But then nothing lasts. Cuteness included,” my friend passed another comment at the blissfully oblivious kids.
“I believe in them. Who knows, 10 years later they would still have coffee together like this.You never know!” I said not to refute my friend nor as a silent wish for the kids. But to feel what it felt like when I used to believe in people’s dreams. To bring back something I had lost in my way. And it felt good.
About sayali611Spent a lifetime building a wall around myself, only to realize that what remained inside was as hideous as anything I would protect myself from. This blog is my attempt to break free, one brick at a time, and to make sense of what was blocked out.
Posted on June 10, 2011, in Dreams, happiness, Life-lesson, People, Words and tagged believing, Coffee, cynic, date, dreaming, Joke, metamorphosis, Sugar, youngsters. Bookmark the permalink. 26 Comments.