When I was in school, I was notorious for detesting summer vacations. I just hated them. I loved to go to school and be with my friends there, run around for teachers’ errands and plan for the projects etc. This ofcourse is a memory from as long as I can remember. I hated vacations for one very specific reason – ‘The Piled Up Homework’. How much so ever I tried to plan my homework distributing it equally across the weeks and days of the total span of vacations, I ended up distracted and highly digressed from the initial plan. Continue Reading
Recently, over a coffee with my friend a discussion brewed up on how our lives have turned out differently from what we had planned for ourselves. In a moment of frustration, my friend pointed out that it was all her parents’ fault. I gave her a sinister smile saying, “Yeah! I know PARENTS. Our universal punching bags”.
“No! Really! I mean who were the people who convinced you in the first place that you were capable of anything. That you could be whatever you wanted to be”, she didn’t sound frustrated now, she was talking in a very as-a-matter-of-fact demeanor. “Throughout my adolescence my parents kept resurrecting my confidence by saying that I was special. I was a bright student, always among the top merit holders. I graduated with a scholarship throughout the four years of engineering. I got recruited on Day 0 with a real handsome package. Though I am doing good for myself with a six digit monthly salary, I don’t feel I am doing anything great.” I could see her eyes turning dark as she spoke the story of her life. Continue Reading