I dreamed a dream in time gone by
I have been seeing this particular YouTube link from Vaneet, a close friend of mine, as his status message and GTalk pings kept throwing this URL at me. Coming from a person who is really passionate about the dreams and pursuit of them, I should have guessed it.
The video is of Susan Boyle singing ‘I Dreamed a Dream’ song from Les Miserables, the longest-running West End musical in history. Based on a french novel by same name, this musical, set in early 19th-century France, follows the intertwining stories of a cast of characters as they struggle for redemption and revolution.
The video has become a rage it seems on YouTube, because the lady who comes to sing it gives a background about herself first to public in the famous ‘Britain’s Got Talent’ show. Picture this, an old English lady from a village down Brighton (it is more rural than any other place near London), 47 years old as per her claim, comes on stage and is sneered at contemptuously by two of the three judges and many among crowd. But the moment she starts singing, the very first few words evoke a strong turbulence in the very folks. Singing at the age of 47, these lyrics do grab a lot more gravity (check the lyrics at the end of the post).
I have already put in almost four years of my life in work and almost all of rest in studies, and dreams have been the oxygen for me. But lately I have started having other thoughts, of leaving the control to the Almighty and take retirement from dreaming. Somehow it seems the more you try to control the things, the more awful you feel when things just do not move in positive direction. So the lyrics left a very intense impact on me, leaving me hold a Requiem for the Dreams I dreamed of changing the world as per my wishes!
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high,
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
Then I was young and unafraid
When dreams were made and used,
And wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung,
No wine untasted.
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hopes apart
As they turn your dreams to shame.
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms
We cannot weather…
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I’m living
So different now from what it seems
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed.
Youtube link for the old village lady who has taken the Web2.0 by storm!