A world born out of my mind

Life’s all about working 20 hours a day, earning dollars and partying. That’s what I assumed it to be until one morning something changed my perception about it completely. It started off with irritation, dissolved into frustration, escalated to anger until I finally gave in to the truth that faced me.

I turned on the ignition and the engine gunned to life. Nearing a corner, I deftly steered the car into an empty street and came to a right that led me to the Adyar Bridge.

One glance ahead and I knew my idea was not going to make it to the conference room where guys from the Ford Motor Company would be assembling in 10 minutes and sitting along with my Creative Director.

There were millions of them. The way the cars appeared on the road, I thought they just rolled out of the factory and were about to be shipped to Japan or Australia.

I rolled up the windows to avoid the carbon dioxide choke me to death and shut off the radio. I was physically in the car, but mentally fifty years in the future. Imagine a world where technology has reached its pinnacle and if it had to improve any further we’d all be living on Mars. Coming back to earth, there were three motorways ahead of me, one above the other. There was no concrete to support the vehicles that were moving along swiftly. They were just suspended in mid-air.

The road I’m on at the moment would be covered with water teeming with a new species of aquatic life. High rise bridges 150 feet high with railings would serve as pavements but would be used by only early-morning joggers and elderly ones taking an evening stroll. Mothers would push their babies in prams with their slightly grown up kids coming along and are treated to a spectacular view of Madras, the kind you only get to meet in your dreams.

I’m atop one of those really tall towers, looking out into the horizon enjoying the fresh air which I’d never had the privilege to experience back in 2008. It’s astonishing to note that some of us have actually survived and emerged from the clutter we’ve been through to wake up fifty years later in a dream born out of our creation.

My time travel lasted only 10 minutes. Back to Madras 2008, I engaged into first gear and moved the car forward as the traffic ahead cleared.
I was going to be late for the meeting yet I drove ahead with a positive frame of mind. The idea had to be presented. It was my life and it meant everything to me.

I’m not going to give up on any Herculean dream because I’m waiting to live the world I’d dreamt about.