Ram Vyas, had been quite admired in his village. Not only the triumphs he had bagged to his name and also to the fame of his village. But in addition, it was to his self confidence that he had given wings to. After bagging gold medals in spreading awareness, to the offshore villages, or places where actual information could not reach. He aligned and solely electrified his village, after studying the very science and basis that makes a bulb to glow. It was his added vigour to bring the shine and glitter of the utmost serenity, upon the faces that usually carried a damp facet. What he did, how he did was instrumental enough to make him popular in his village and now, the media that had become occupationally strong to cover important issues, picked upon this man on their cover pages and in the news hour. Ram Vyas had a dream, it was sensationalized.
In the house of honour, he entered the Rashtrapati Bhawan where he was being applauded for his work with the Padma Shri. The man with little years of experience but experience worth lightening the faces, was standing in his Khadi wear as he walked up he lectern. The President congratulated him and honoured him with respect that he deserved. Soon, Ram Vyas; a Maths enthusiast and Physics student himself started teaching the students in colleges across India; on how they could create energy models for Sustainable Growth. He said, “More than science, it is to understand the psyche of the people of India. Over what they wanted and dreamt of. That, they as students had the magical rod to do the unimaginable. Well, if you can dream about it in vacuum, then why not remove that stillness from the vacuum?” He made the students question themselves and their instincts and offered them interactive sessions. When he most importantly pressed on to talk about how we should not act like animals. Why we should know the usage of the animal instincts, robbing us, occurring in us. “Know your people, listen to their complaints, their views. Use their knowledge and understanding about life. I was born in a village. So, what? How, was it different, in what way? (No one answered). Pause. Resumes- We didn't have electricity, I learnt how to produce it. Now, there's no difference between the city and my village. We people are setting up our lives, the way we want to. If your land isn't adequate, then why not step up. Why not study? I know it takes time to reach the dream, but why not take the lead?”
While he was addressing them, many students abused him, saying that Ram Vyas, Padma Shri was merely wasting their time. They could have gone for a movie, than listening to him; his geek talks. The next lines, corrected their confusions in no time.
He continued, “India,the imaginative India. Politics or no politics. Criminals or no criminals. Fearful and abashed, we can't scrape out of our comfortable zones. A day in the woods, sounds serene, sounds compose. A day out in a village, fills us with anger, when we look at the prejudices prevailing there; inequalities that exist and ring over there. The undeveloped statures of our villages. People just talk and forget, isn't it? Compare the pains that the people over there suffer. What cinema would they watch or what internet would they use. They have no basic lightening. The villagers are seen as those group of people, who are orthodox and are taken to feel the pain and tears, sometimes because of the landlords who charge exorbitant rates of interest, leading to farmer suicides or simply be those politicians who grudge their innocence and trust after the voting season. I don't complain here, about the villages and the facilities that these lack. I complain about our easy going attitudes, that are leading us to our animal instincts. We waste the food we could have saved, we recklessly burst crackers, spend money on the name of enjoyment. What good does it do? Simply, it gives us material satisfaction and pollution. What else is in the animal instincts? To enjoy in the present state, let going of what good we could have done for those who lack what we waste with pride and highness. Is it? Who are we? Ever thought. I assume; Never thought! Great!”
Ram Vyas was unhappy by the way students in a deemed university reacted and responded. He felt his village was far better. Because, students waited for the teacher to come. In these cities, teachers are compared with the public transport; when one came for the lecture, the other left. After this very incident, he said to himself, “I need not give myself to such feelings to grab the material possessions, I need to create that dream that I see. I won't lose myself to the world. My village, I am coming.”
That day passed and within few years, his village had educated farmers, who questioned the world and with the unity that was a dream of Ram Vyas. People there knew,the importance of whatever they consumed. One lady said to a news reporter who happened to be present at the “Foundation Stone Laying Ceremony” of a new engineering college in the village, “Sapne tosabh dekhte, par jo sachchay hote hai, wahi kuch karte hai.”