A Dreamland Far in the Sky of Hope.

This was the usual and similar adventure that I used to have every week, but expressely mentioning, this seeks to be different, with the difference that I also dream to make in the world.

The weather report says the day to be rainy, but as usual, that was just contrary to reality. It was quite a sunny day, with the perfect fragment that arouses the stigma to have some adventure.

Today there was no need to hang that heavy office suite. It’s just to have the light linen shirt just as heavy as needed to warm the body from the cool winds.

I glanced at my watch that showed the quarter to twelve, perfectly two hours late of the usual time. I made it early and get out to the car, rounded the key in the engine and started the four vehicles for the long ride of three hours to the western mountain, reaching where today I plan to have the recreational ride of paragliding.

‘This was the third of the year and the first of the month, another minister arrested as found guilty of the two hundred crores bribe…’

I switched the radio out to pause the social illness interfering in the day’s adventure. And turn to my perfect song, that is the ‘Perfect’- by Ed Sheeran

The journey takes an hour but finally, I squeezed the wheel to drive the car in the parking lot and rounded out the key. I was obsessed with sky adventures, so this was another. The place was the western mountains that usually were not my spot, but I chose this time for having a change from the usual location, that is the northern mountains. Getting out of the car, I sense the sky looks cool and composed, defaulting with the land that was desolate and pine trees that were unnurtured.

The mountain was new, so I wished to move around. Like the country, the mountain was also affected by rampant poverty with little or no development. The people’s livelihood was generally dependent on seasonal agriculture or plantation with the side income from the vocational activities that the tourists sort to come for. This season the agriculture was not good, causing even a mighty effect on the tourism as well, as the panorama also got substandard. Making a hard life for the natives.

By profession, I was a socio-legal officer working as an employee in the “Centre for Social Action NGO”. As heard the news on the radio, this world had been facing a severe pandemic of money and greed making a way to the corrupt politician and capitalist entrepreneurs, who lag sentiments and respect for such poor people. But let these emotions for some another day, and without losing my sleepers, I moced on to find a suitable rider.

Getting around, I felt to lose my way, but I followed the only way that was in front. The rush was infiltered due to the offseason, and so were the paragliding ride dwellers. It took me another mile before I found a man lying with the parachute. I approached to ask for the prize that was non-bargainable as being half of the price that was there in the northern mountains. I paid the cash that he placed safely in his pocket and told me to follow him. He took his things and moved towards the bushes in the engraved mountain.

‘We have to move this way to ascend upward.’ I arrowed ‘No, here is a shortcut.’

The way was more awkward than that man, just like I am walking in the Ajanta caves finding the route, with the side-walls engraved with some enigmatic symbols, sensing something that I was unable to make sense.

The way finally opened to another uplying area, which was beautiful. It felt like on the way journey, the sun was almost absorbed in the sky. We found a nook and prepare the parachute to off-take to fly.

With the fast-beating heart we jumped. The sense of gravitational pull can we felt by body, feeling less conscious and more breathless, which in a moment got settled as we settled in the sky.

I opened the tightly squeezed eyes to glance, at what was unpredictable and unforgettable. The mist and fog soak the shine of the dwelling sun, creating the vision of the ideal fantasy. Looking at the par of these smokes, there lays a vision of the perfect western mountain panorama though realistic but not real. The desolate and barren mountains look green, with the pine trees having fresh vegetation. Flying in the sky, I perceive the pine trees stripping the clouds to touch the heights of the sky. This stripped portion from the blanket of smoke makes a glimpse into another beauty. A perfect panorama having beautiful coloured houses and structures all across the region, which indeed was surrounded by a beautiful river that was curbing the ranges of the hill. On the one hand, the people beautifully dress with the back basket indulging in the plantation with the gender neutrality of both men and women. And on the other side, the same beautiful people indulge in other activities supported by the big government and corporate structure. Another amazing glare was that the crumbled tea shop with the dejected people that I had seen getting around the mountain got replaced by a multi-coloured structure welcoming the children to the wisdom of the knowledge in a single uniform. The ride was amazing, travelling farther with the heart flying and ascending, enjoying the adventurous ride. Another view, this time farther and blurred as it was the office scene beside a large glass plane, where the owner and the employer work together with no place of ego and division, instead of a sense of pride and respect towards each other, even towards every worker and the members of the corporation working with smiling and supporting in the one’s hassle by another’s cakewalk. This was the corporate office. On the other side was the government-owned structure, which is to be used to monitor the place. The official seemed to adhere to their duties and the work. And instead of just resting on the sofa, they were critical in evaluating and implementing funds for the betterment and the progression of the area without any bribe. I sweep my wetting eyes and resonate to get back from this mesmerizing beauty to know that we were about to land, but in a sudden the blanket of the yellow smoke got stiffened, making a gigantic clash, making the moment all blind. And this blindness only shattered as I straight out astonishing from my deep slumber.

This was the chance that I made to travel to my dreamland, experiencing the inner beauty that the very beautiful corner of this world also lags. A sense where harmony and development persisted, vanquishing all the social illness out.

BUT WAIT!! WITH THE ILLNESS IT ALSO VANQUISH MY JOB, AS INDEED NO NEED FOR THE NGOs!!