The Dream Home

A lovely bungalow stacked among the palm meadows and lush greenery greets your eyes. The rocky landscape visible from the backyard makes you long for a stroll on the hilly terrain. The red-brick padded pathway covered with over bearing trees leading to the main gate and the exteriors of the bungalow made of shining embroidered teakwood. The birds chirping in the background while you adore the panoramic sunrise view, with a beautiful lady and a sip of coffee.

My heart is at peace…suddenly I fall down from the bed…it was a dream. A dream that has given me many sleepless nights, a dream that has become a motivation for hard work, and above all a dream which I am desperate to achieve.

But right now I am living in Bangalore, the IT capital of India and being an anonymous Software Engineer slugging it out daily in peak traffic(jams). My house, actually apartment, boasts of cemented four walled exteriors with two small balconies. One showing the room view of adjacent apartment’s second floor occupant and other showing the not-so-delightful hustle-bustle, and ping-pong of daily commuters. However to apartment’s credit we have two entrances to our abode- elevator and staircase. The elevator- is better left untouched, unless you love the clogged interiors with hardly breathing space for two or you love the cacophonous sound emanating when you enter or exit. The squeezed staircase seems more pleasing once you experience the elevator.

But why so sarcastic… why not bid adieu to the din and commotion of city life? Well!! That’s what the plan is…but where is the money honey:-)


So I am living here earning desperately for a better tomorrow. But does the earning relate to the savings? Half the salary goes as rent, some percent goes as credit card bill (this city I believe lives and dies in credit), the petrol costs dear, the frequent get-togethers, social gatherings, birthday bashes… all party of the show-off-city-culture takes its own toll on the meager salary left.


Where is the saving? When will my heavenly abode become a reality? Do I long for the name and fame? No! Do I love the life being lead? Not Sure! I just know that the palm meadows keep calling. I am stretching my hands in all ways I can, but the destinations keeps going far away.

The leaves-covered, red-brick pathway seems to lure me but the bank balance takes me further away…

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Comments

Goutam Khandelwal said…
Beautiful!!!!

I guess I could not ask you for treat anymore ;)
March 8, 2009 at 8:40 PM
Nidz said…
I wish ur dream come true in bangalore itself..!!
March 10, 2009 at 1:15 AM
Anonymous said…
nice ....
March 12, 2009 at 11:07 PM
Being Smrita said…
Culdnt agree more...a topic close to me heart...dats y m back to Lucknow...hehehe..
April 9, 2009 at 11:15 AM
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