The only easy way up is the hardest dig down …

Dig your own grave .. We all live. Some survive. Some make a living. A few search and others research. Some live their passion. Professionals get paid for exclusive jobs like tea taster, chocolate engineer and so on. Some work as grave diggers and others as delivery personal. However a purpose driven life in most cases move ahead. Though the axiom “everything happens for a reason” may appear to be in contradiction with dream realization, I look at those who followed their dreams to live and find a pleasure to achieve their dreams. May be a dreamer can do a job of a Digital Death Manager. “Life-logging” will be a way of life, affecting how we record and remember what we do. Young, the scientist sees a role in future jobs who can make life-logged material, and make stories useful during lives to personally brand lives and also death. Today, it happens but with important people. We can imagine this is going to happen as a job who wants to shape what their legacy means. It’s about dreams that future holds for us. Some want to make their life craving for adventure. To achieve something that will make one feel to taste the sweetness of dealing with uncertainty. But we are in between “just enough” and “more” and that makes us stretched and torn apart. Where do our dreams end? Where are they? How do they vanish? Where are the dreams hiding away from us? Does of dreams die? As I was in Bengaluru recently I read a story of grave diggers, who do this job in a caste based corridor of profession. Shourie Raj born 42 years ago works digging graves in Kalpally cemetery. He has not seen beyond grave yards, through his life and deals mostly with dead bodies. This was his job for years. I remembered then my mother who passed away in Tarapur, a village those days close to atomic power station, a hundred odd kilometers from Mumbai. I was new there on my job and a volunteer group was called for support and they did almost all things including the ceremonies with the culture around that place. In my mother’s death my dreams got re-ignited. It was she who taught me to dream. The caste based professionals of Kalppally near Bengaluru had their own dreams. There were stumbling blocks and opposing currents like in realizing any dream. They got paid by those who accompanied the dead bodies of the deceased. To achieve any dream one needs to think and work hard. We need to work on the limitations and expand the horizon. Hurdles have to be crossed. When you feel like you are less than others probably you are right. But when someone thinks that one cannot rise from the difficulties by dreaming big, they are wrong.

“Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson. This is what was demonstrated by the grave diggers by dreaming. In February 2017, they protested by digging and staging their own funeral rites. They dug their own graves, at the same cemetery where they lived and lay down in them, and covered themselves with mud. Then authorities helped and identified 232 families as grave diggers. An employment contract was executed with minimum wages and a Rs. 4 lakh loan to renovate their homes. “This is not just about money. This is recognition of services our families rendered so long.” Anthony a grave digger says. Suresh, Secretary has more to state: The battle is only half won. This regressive caste tradition needs to be seen as a professional occupation like any other job” A dream is my dream like that of yours for you. "Embrace what you don't know, especially in the beginning, because what you don't know can become your greatest asset. It ensures that you will absolutely be doing things different from everybody else." --Sara Blakely That probably is the way to dig our own dreams.