As a kid, to be grownup is like all dreams coming true, like
fair road paved just ahead of me, overwhelmed with success. Back then, I was
just a kid, where parents refusing to give Rs.10 was saddest feelings and
getting beat up were worse experiences. Now I would embrace if those were only
my worries. It feels unfair the way life goes. There are some flaws, meddling in
our hopes! It does not get better in an environment where money counts. I am in
that position where journey started whiles ago, which is still getting started.
I can’t think of what tomorrow holds of me! Either way, choosing not to think
gets me surviving.
I could have chosen any of my dreams… pilot, doctor,
engineer, lawyer (hypnotically any job) …! Getting wife wasn't my problem, there were more than thirty girls in my class. There were no worries of unemployment. Getting settled? I built castle in my mind, and of course, there were lots of maid. I guess I was pretty wealthy back then! :) I should have brought Mercedes too(well, i didn't know it exist).So proud to of being
me. Hell! My childhood and dreams were awesome!
I am here on my bed typing these flows from my clouded
brain, thinking all these possibilities of hardship I am about to face. I couldn't
sleep, even after trying for hours. Mother Nature is not on my side and sad thoughts
are crippling through my nerves. I feel I am surrounded with distressing
environment, even that empty vodka bottle on my table tells me story of my life
( forget about empty cup just in front of me, it is too hard to explain!). life
is so hard and it gets harder when I have to live with it!
