Life is not an ‘empty dream’ and dreaming without trying to achieve in deeds, is a total waste and the work of incompetents and dullards. They would like to pass their life as dreamers, like Rip Van Winkle, who on waking up find that the world has passed far beyond, leaving them to drag their heels and blame everything on fate. The India of My dreams would garner the talent to imbibe the virtues of our glorious past together with the realities of the present.
If our heads are to be held high, we must be honorable and courageous. Our slave mentality has to be abandoned by reverting to the valour of Shivaji, Subhas Chandra Bose and Maharana Pratap. Even our ladies could not be subjugated and we have examples of Rani Laxmibai and Rani Chelamma before us. They were not ready to lick the feet of oppressors and their aggressive spirit refused to have them cowed down. After decades of struggle and unimaginable sacrifices our country achieved independence.
Young boys, still in their teens like Khudiram Bose, laid down their lives in this freedom struggle. Families were shattered, young girls lost their innocence and old men were maimed for life. Intellectuals were beaten black and blue and exiled to Andaman Islands or ‘Kaala Paani’. All this for the liberty of our nation. Empty dreams do not make the world move and empty dreamers become social outcastes. The world respects a man of deeds.
They also respect the dreamers who had the ability to pen their thoughts for posterity. Rabindranath Togore was such an artist, novelist and a poet. He was also a dreamer who dreamt of an India, “Where the mind is without fear And the head is held high, Where knowledge is free, Where the world has not been broken up into Fragments by narrow domestic walls, Where words come out from the depth of truth, Where fireless striving stretches its arms Towards perfection, Into that heaven of freedom, My Father, let my country awake.”