The day of 11s

Today is 11-11-11 and in just over two hours* it will be 11-11-11, 11:11:11. Oh yes, I'm not here to state obvious, cliche facts. This is about two dreams shaping up, slowly but surely. The kind of dreams a lot of people see and forget when they wake up.

I have started dreaming some 8 years back, during graduation and slowly it started shaping up, taking a deviation whenever there is an obstacle, but working towards it constantly. Initially the dream was my energy, my reason for survival and my momentum. But now I live for it, that dream is safe in my hand just like a heart which still beats but needs a body to survive.

But this post is not about my dream, this is of another big dream which has the same birth place but with a different trajectory. When a good percentage of the boys of his age are concerned about having a bike, latest fashion outfits or a girlfriend, the owner of this dream had a bigger concern. And he made me a proud brother by chasing the dream and making it a reality. By the time I finish this blog post, the dream will not anymore be a dream.

The orange cloud is up in the air, a dream has taken shape and realized. Cloud orange is already launched and I wish it will grow in to a huge cloud that pours rain of dreams for millions to follow.


Congrats to the team of enthusiasts- Varunjith, Sajin, Akhil and Nithin (Tuttu). All the best guys, great work done!

Image courtesy: www.streamorange.com
* I started writing this post by 9 am and published it by 11.23 am

Comments

Nitin Murali said…
lovely post :) this is like a nitrous boost :D what an energy! :)
really loved :)
danks, danks and danks
:) :) & :)
November 11, 2011 at 10:04 PM
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