the band saffron – 2 June 5, 2006Posted by silentEcho in Stories.
"…this nation needs a wake to the dawn of reason. These are strong words but they need life. I don't know who will give them life but I hope that I am not the last and this is not the end for sure. Or may be I am a bit too hopeful and this indeed is the end. An end to the hope of millions who still have to find a meaning for their life. An end for whom the sleep is still away from eyes and may be it will be so now always and that they will sleep for now and forever. It's an end to hope for this hungry and naked nation. I don't know if anybody will come forward now. Everybody thinks we need a hero but is anybody ready to be one? Everybody needs a leader but is anybody ready to be one?
It was a dream, I had a dream. I used to have it everyday, a dream that millions here in this nation see everyday, every moment. There are two ways to break a dream, either surrender it to reality or turn it into one. This nation seems to have chosen for the first way because everybody here is a follower. They do things correctly but they don't know what it is to do correct things. Words alone are not enough my friend. There is no use trying to change the world when the world is not seeing it. Because then they would never understand the change. Words alone are not enough. Words alone make typewriters, words alone do not make man. Actions make man.
When you receive this, I will be long gone. But I do not fear it because I know there are things worth dying for. What I fear is what will happen of my dream. It was a beautiful dream and unfortunately, I woke up at the most interesting moment only to find that there still is no dawn and now I have to sleep. I hope someday you realise it and I hope you realise it before long. Sometimes it falls upon a man to be brave and great. Sometimes you can not do otherwise."
I closed the letter and looked in the envelope. My thoughts wandered for a moment. It was just a moment but in that moment I felt an eternity. My entire life went past me in that moment. My father's face swam in my view and for the first time I realised that when he died, he was smiling. "Take care of Ma." I had never understood those words.
I was feeling good. It looked good on my arm. But I knew that was not the reason why they wore it. It was not the reason why I wore it.