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Authors: Budh Aditya Roy
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Vishakhapatnam, a medium sized town formerly a part of the princely state of Vijaynagar. It was on the Bay of Bengal on the east coast of India. It was a natural harbor and an important port. It had a beautiful beach. A few miles to the south, there was a cove. The shallow waters of the cove came inland to form a beautiful intra-coastal lake. The cool shades of the palm and coconut groves made it a pleasant picnic spot. Apart from being on the seashore, the natural beauty of Vishakhapatnam also derived from its geographical presence, being surrounded by the high hills of the Eastern GhatsMountain Range, running parallel to the coast from the north to the south.
To Rana, the centerpiece of the town was a few square miles of area with three hills crowned by a church, a mosque and a temple. They were all painted white against the back-drop of bluish green hills. Because of their elevations they were visible from a distance. He was told that during the days of royalty the church, the mosque and the temple, within the sight of each other, were the gifts of the Maharaja of Vijaynagar to three communities of the town. They were the living testimony to Indiaâs age-old secularism. Rana marveled at the spectacle of the symbols of the three religions on the three hills, the three sisters as he used to call them. He made it an integral part of his ritual every morning to climb up those three hills as a mark of his exercise in spirituality.
The Roy family went on that sojourn primarily for rest and recuperation. Nevertheless, there was enough time for dreaming and planning too. Amit revealed his thoughts about Rana that on his graduation from the University of Calcutta, he wanted to send him to London School of Economics. Rajani said that she wanted to complete her country house to the fullest scope of its design as fast as possible and give a wing each to her children. Sumit was already occupying the first completed wing and was overseeing the construction of the rest. Rana mentioned that his wish was to pursue his career as a business executive on completion of his studies from India and abroad. So the three generations of the Roy family were dreaming of the future.
There is nothing wrong with dreams. Dreaming is aspiring to do something bigger, better, healthier and holier. Dreaming is divine. After all, man is the fruit of Godâs dream. God created man in His own image in consonance with His dream. He bestowed upon man all His inheritances pertaining to planet earth, including the aptitude of dreaming. The greatest gift that God has given to man is the gift of mind and intellect. Only the mind has the faculty to dream. Mindis not inhibited by time, space or issues. There is no limit to the extent the mind can weave its dream. Mind can be expanded to traverse the entire universe in a split second. Dream is the nectar of the mind and the juice of creativity that is the life blood of the River of Life. Dream does not die. Dream cannot be killed. Dream cannot be dissected. Dream cannot be maimed or mauled because dream is intangible, yet it is the most potent force behind the River of Life. Dream is also pliant to make changes necessary as the time marches on. Dream keeps the River of Life flowing. The birds of the sky, the animals of the land and the fish of the water do not possess the faculty to dream. As such, they do not have the juice of creativity. No wonder, therefore, that the dinosaurs are extinct, eagles and condors are endangered. Even the lions and tigers are in short supply, simply because they do not have dreams and the creativity to protect themselves from the ravages of nature and the poaching of man. Only procreation is not enough for growth and flourish.
Anyway, Rajani, Amit and Rana returned from rest and recuperation. Amit went back to his business. Rana returned to his college classes. Rajani reverted to her family grind and shuttle between Garden Lakes and her country house. She was not oblivious of her
To Rana, the centerpiece of the town was a few square miles of area with three hills crowned by a church, a mosque and a temple. They were all painted white against the back-drop of bluish green hills. Because of their elevations they were visible from a distance. He was told that during the days of royalty the church, the mosque and the temple, within the sight of each other, were the gifts of the Maharaja of Vijaynagar to three communities of the town. They were the living testimony to Indiaâs age-old secularism. Rana marveled at the spectacle of the symbols of the three religions on the three hills, the three sisters as he used to call them. He made it an integral part of his ritual every morning to climb up those three hills as a mark of his exercise in spirituality.
The Roy family went on that sojourn primarily for rest and recuperation. Nevertheless, there was enough time for dreaming and planning too. Amit revealed his thoughts about Rana that on his graduation from the University of Calcutta, he wanted to send him to London School of Economics. Rajani said that she wanted to complete her country house to the fullest scope of its design as fast as possible and give a wing each to her children. Sumit was already occupying the first completed wing and was overseeing the construction of the rest. Rana mentioned that his wish was to pursue his career as a business executive on completion of his studies from India and abroad. So the three generations of the Roy family were dreaming of the future.
There is nothing wrong with dreams. Dreaming is aspiring to do something bigger, better, healthier and holier. Dreaming is divine. After all, man is the fruit of Godâs dream. God created man in His own image in consonance with His dream. He bestowed upon man all His inheritances pertaining to planet earth, including the aptitude of dreaming. The greatest gift that God has given to man is the gift of mind and intellect. Only the mind has the faculty to dream. Mindis not inhibited by time, space or issues. There is no limit to the extent the mind can weave its dream. Mind can be expanded to traverse the entire universe in a split second. Dream is the nectar of the mind and the juice of creativity that is the life blood of the River of Life. Dream does not die. Dream cannot be killed. Dream cannot be dissected. Dream cannot be maimed or mauled because dream is intangible, yet it is the most potent force behind the River of Life. Dream is also pliant to make changes necessary as the time marches on. Dream keeps the River of Life flowing. The birds of the sky, the animals of the land and the fish of the water do not possess the faculty to dream. As such, they do not have the juice of creativity. No wonder, therefore, that the dinosaurs are extinct, eagles and condors are endangered. Even the lions and tigers are in short supply, simply because they do not have dreams and the creativity to protect themselves from the ravages of nature and the poaching of man. Only procreation is not enough for growth and flourish.
Anyway, Rajani, Amit and Rana returned from rest and recuperation. Amit went back to his business. Rana returned to his college classes. Rajani reverted to her family grind and shuttle between Garden Lakes and her country house. She was not oblivious of her
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