I turned 27 today and I decided to look back upon my life and do a little bit of scrutiny and write about some of my hiddenstories.When I was young I use to see my friends celebrate their birthday with great pomp and show.In my case it was different.Every year on this day my term results will come out and it will ultimately decide the fate of my B'Day.So istead of gifts and hugs I use to get scolding and isolation on this day.In the begining it was awfull but later on I adjusted to it,thinking this is my fate.
When I turned 18 I presumed things will automatically change but it didnt rather it became the most difficult period of my life.Not able to score good marks My parents stopped my studies and isolated me at home.One day my Dad called me for a face to face talk.I didnt hope much but was wondering what new words I have to hear.This is what he said:
'You are a piece of shit.From childhood till today you have given us pains and worries nothing else.For you we had to encounter so many dificulties and worries.We dont have any hope on you............."
I wanted to kill myself but didnt do as I wanted to fight back.The first thing I started looking for work.It was a difficult phase.Started washing cars,working in gardens,door to door sales,worked in Telephone booths etc....Days went by with one meal a day,10 rupees in pocket, no communication with family...
In 2001 started working in Reatil stores and it gave me new confidience.Money also came not much but enough for 2 meals a day.I started travelling and exploring places,people etc.
Today at 27 I sit here in Delhi at a small 7*7 room writing my life story.Nothing much with me,Few clothes,few thousand money,a bank book with no deposits,a digital camera gifted by a friend,a laptop n internet connection from the office,no food at home and thoughts and dreams for the future.
