Plebeian's Den

Haven't you seen some boys gathering outside your home at the shop on the corner of your lane? Those boys utter slangs at times, they also try to sing bollywood songs, they talk about everything, starting from India's economic policy to the beautiful girl who lives down the lane. They are heroes in their own world. For some gentlemen, they are hooligans. Although they have never spotted them getting indulge in any brawls yet they coin them to be a hooligan. They keep on staring at the boys who play gully cricket. They feel like playing, yet they refrain themselves from doing so thinking about certain social protocols. They realize losing their childhood and steeping in the youth. They smoke cigarettes at times. The smoke gets lost in the atmosphere in the same way their innocence gets shattered in the society.Yet there lives a child inside them. They dream a lot. They have tamed a lot of dreams within them for decades. Whenever they see a cricket match going on, they dream to be Sachin Tendulkar. With every blockbuster they dream to Salman Khan. With every melodious song they dream to be A R Rahman. They even mug up dialogues from movies. They are dwelling in midst of hopes, aspirations and expectations. Their family expects them to earn a lot and they hope they shall do it one day. Every morning they come with a dream to achieve big and by every evening they assure themselves that the next day shall have something good for them. Those who have lived it, they understand and as for the rest, they are just some hooligans. For some, they are just like the millions; yet surprisingly, everyone of them is unique, just like everybody else.