Saturday, 21 March 2015

Of dreams, drama and disaster!!!

When I was fourteen, I had expressed my desire to earn a living, out of writing.









Mom declared me a lunatic, then and there.




Dad said, writing can be only a passion, not a profession!!







And then I came to know of one of the weirdest facts I have known, till date!!! Mom, was expectedly flooding the mosaic floors with her nuclear weapon. Tears!!










And then, she spoke!











"For the past fourteen years, me and your dad have dreamt of seeing you, as a doctor!! Your dad has shed every sweat of his forehead, on his feet, to earn every buck! You have been given the best schooling possible! We have sacrificed our luxuries, just to see a doctor of you! And now, you want to be a writer!!! We have seriously failed in your upbringing!"












"Mom, just one question. You dreamt of all this, for the  past fourteen years?? You mean, while I was busy sucking plastic nipples, and soiling diapers, you were dreaming, on my behalf???"








"We are your parents. We can! And, what we think, is actually, the best for you."







"Mom, I have my dreams!!"







"You're a terrorist!!! You'll always rebel, without a cause!! Immatured idiot."






She had literally drowned in her Pacific of tears, and even her eyes had given up, having fallen short of tear supply!!







 But, a terrorist??? I mean, I'm not even a Khan!!!






To be continued.....

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