red light.. part 2

part 2..
.. after that no so sane discussion.. I was all in my thoughts.. driving for the heck of it.. to reach office…

I started thinking.. that was I disturbed because of the way of discussion or the substance of it???

And the answer was quite obvious… that I myself don’t know what I want to do.. Am I happy where I am??

That single moment spurred an array of questions in my already confused mind..

While as a kid.. I was very bright in studies.. n this was more due to the kind of supervision from family than my own work.. was made to learn every single word more from threat of some or the other reason.. I hated my mom then.. more of so because she never use to say anything to my younger sister and always forced me to study hard, harder and harder…

But what I wanted at that time was to play.. to fly like a kite in open wind.. but I was never allowed to .. my parents (read mom as Dad never had time from his own busy schedule..).. when all my classmates use to play during recess, I use to write my homework.. Because if my dress even had a single stain onto.. I will be forced to sit with books for one more hour for every stain… the only happiest person from all this was my maid.. who use to get all clean clothes to wash everyday from a kid..

At home.. I was again forced to study.. less due to the kind of homework… more because of my parents wanted me to join the me legacy of “Civil Services”.. n so they thought I don’t need to waste time in playing.. also I realized later that they were much afraid from me getting any injury.. courtesy some family astrologer who said that I will fall and die.. (I came to know this fact when I was 22.. and wanted to kick and show that guy that see.. I am still living physically.. )..

... to be continued