Oh dreaming! That may sound overly
simplistic, but that’s where it starts. Imagination is the arsenal that brings
a dream to life. Some people dreams in sleep. And some people can’t sleep making
that dream real.
My dream? It’s not just a hallucination, it’s more than
that. It lies inside the red bricks of Curzon Hall. I can still smell the
ancient history of Curzon Hall. My dream is to study there. It is the heart of Dhaka University
and the heart of thousands of students of science faculty. And it is the place
where the young students upraise their voice against the language policy that
Mohammad Ali Jinnah tried to impose. I want to be a part of that glorious
history. I can give millions of exams sitting in town hall with a smiling face.
I want to spend the whole night just gossiping in the moon light. I want to
represent an idea, I want to represent possibilities. I want to fall in love
with this ruby paradise millions of times
again and again and again.
But should I be looking for my dream job, or trying to
monetize my passion? Is that a recipe for happiness…….or a recipe for disaster
? Definitely it would be a disaster ! People who are running toward their
dreams, life has a special kind of meaning. And this is what I believe……..I can
make my parents proud, I can make my college proud , I can judge millions of
people’s lives. And the world will never be the same again. Because I came this
way. I can imagine thousands of black graduation caps flying high up in the air
when the pale afternoon sun dipped low over the red paradise. With the help of
my mind palace I can see my own graduation cap just there, among the thousands.
Do you believe in infinity? I do believe. Some infinities
are bigger than other infinities. And my infinity is to become a bright member
of Curzon Hall. And I want to place my name in the abyss of those bloody red bricks;
the red epitaph. This is what I’m dreaming of.
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