Professors’ land and the fool’s paradise

One dreams of dreams coming true, of the ones’ seen and the unseen too. Once I dreamt of a land of professors. Mind you, it does not metaphorically mean the educated place. It’s a land of professors like the land of dwarfs that Gulliver might have visited; one is born a professor not grown into one.  No one minds being called one or not called, do dwarfs bother whether we call them dwarf or other?  They had names in this lands the usual ones like we have. All went well, they were happy with all they had, till one day we humans entered there.

We had these foolish nomenclatures and posts that we had to earn with hard work. And thus it amazed us to see this land where one could just be born what we had to toil for. Slowly humans started dwelling there and over the period began the professors became actually professors, and the land a fool’s paradise. Everyone could teach, everyone could learn. Progress it was for everyone. Progress was to become one, since all was neutral, all became none. Real professors didn’t know where to go, to leave or to stay aboard. Professors didn’t know what were fools, fools were happy being fools. The world lived happily here, who needed education there?

Today as I wake up, I am shocked to see, the professor’s land right beneath me. I become a fool, rather pretend to be; it a fool’s paradise, hell thinking to thee.....