I am, by all counts, a highly imaginative person. I started reading Dickens and Shakespeare when I was thirteen and turned to day-dreaming once I was done with them, mainly due to lack of any friends like any normal teenage girl should have. I still remember my first day-dreams very clearly. It was based on Krishna from B. R. Chopra’s Mahabharata and I imagined myself one of his friends helping him play pranks on everyone. (Well, never Krishna though, always one of his friends or Gopis)
From there, my dream life took twist and turns more numerous than a snake’s. I alternately became a world-famous doctor, a Nobel-prize winning physicist, awesome dancer to singer to everything feasible under the sun. In fact, at one point, in addition to all those, I was also a top secret agent J. Anytime I saw something cool or someone I would have liked to emulate, I immediately dreamt of being him/her. In fact, I improved upon the personality until my own sense of ideal was met.
Many people, if not most people, dream. Some dream of infeasible things as a form of escapism while others dream of achievable things. I fall into the former. The only difference being that at one point I was unsure if my dream life of real life was reality. I spent every waking moment day-dreaming….Kash I had spent more time on reality, maybe some of the dreams might actually have materialized!
The interesting thing about me is that the opposite of what I dream always turns out true. I dreamt of a home with kids, forget kids, I don’t even have a home of my own now (after an age, parent’s home does not become one’s home anymore). I dreamt of achieving great heights in my career, but now, will be happy if I can have a job!
Interesting isn’t it? One can say it was due to the fact that I never really worked for my dreams…..but I don’t really think that is true. I think mine is an otataral nature, a nature which attracts the opposite. J