The vicious circle of life

Post inspired by this tag done by Rekha

I am not sure about the future but if I had complete power to script my future I am sure it wouldn’t be like this! If I had some more control I would left more room for hope and happiness.

10 years back

He stared blankly at the books piled in front of him. All the chapters by tonight, his mother had said before she went out to water the plants. Uff! How was he supposed to finish reading, oh no, memorising all those chapters by tonight! Day dreaming was so much fun and he was surely missing doing it now! No he couldn’t regret the time he spent day dreaming now, it was too late. After all, the exams were starting tomorrow, there was no time to spare. He sure hated maths and science but well, thats the way of life. One has to go through the worst – things one wouldn’t otherwise do – just so that others trust in his talents. He had to do it. Back to the books, back to the invisible walls that held him back from being what he actually was – a 11 year old kid who wanted to watch TV, play cricket and have some fun.

Present

He couldn’t believe he had spent one and a half hours travelling mere 20 kms – thanks to Bangalore traffic and the slow buses in the city! Why did he have to live so far and that too when he didn’t have a bike or a car. There was no one to blame, he sighed. Frikkin pollution, he said to himself as he tried unsuccessfully to wipe the dust which now  made his face look like those naughty English kids Enid Blyton wrote about. Smudged with dust and a frown which would put a bull dog to shame, he stood there in front of the mirror. May be a few splashes of water might help, after all this month’s been not all that bad. He had got a new job offer. Soon he would be working in a different organisation and well earn a little more too.

10 years later

“Oh shit!”There was no need for him to hide the frustration actually there was no way he could have hidden it. He was definitely balding. For a guy who was also complimented by his special-somebody for having such nice hair, it was a jolt – more than a jolt. “Nah she is not going to leave me for something as petty as that,” he reassured himself. Now he could see junior playing right outside the window with the dog. “He is spending too much time playing these days. May be I should tell him to study now,” he thought

“Junior….” he called for his son. Junior sure knew what was coming his way. “Why can’t I have some fun. Why can’t parents just let me be,” he said. The dog just blinked

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