Growing up as a child, I was always known by my peers as the least bothered, carefree, no meaning to life, has no logic, kind of guy. Let me tell you, they made no mistake. I could care less of what they thought. What went of their father’s anyways? I had this habit of going everywhere late, even school, where people would get in trouble for coming on time, kind of school.
It wasn’t that I had a rebellious nature of any sort, like the Guvera’s or Hendrix of the world. I just simply refused to follow man made systems. Why should we follow systems? And man made systems. Why can’t all the schools of the world start at
Why couldn’t we be kids, when we were kids? It’s a system everyone chooses to follow because of a few reasons. One, could be because they choose to follow the leader. Another, be because they don’t have the balls or guts to change ways.
Now that classes were full of boring text-book knowledge and least kids oriented, I chose to stand at the back of the class and stare at the interesting wall – sharpening my pencil. It was the most fulfilling thing! Time use to fly and my parents were happy. Everyone was happy. Till the time report cards came I was safe, nothing to worry about, carefree attitude, like I mentioned earlier – in a world full of ice-creams, chocolates and endless cycle rides with my buddies. Turns out I was never paying attention in class, my report cards read like a fairytale with many climaxes. It was a thrill, however, my parents didn’t seem to agree much. They murdered and reincarnated me, every time they saw a report card – cheers to that!
As school progressed, I chose to put my life on the line for the sake of my career. Did hard work! Such as: Never coming on time, not having proper uniform, bunking, never read or studied for a single exam. It did give my parents sleepless nights. But, I did what I wanted. It sure felt good!
My reckless behaviour continued, I had failed in every class offered by the CBSE syllabus. I had carved out a unique niche for myself, an ‘I could care less’ kind of niche. On several occasions I was told by my teachers & especially my principal that I would one day serve tea at stalls. My ‘I-could-care-less-attitude’ allowed me to live beyond those remarks.
The only people who had any faith in me were my art teachers, they did see something in me. It could have been for the reason that all I actually did in class was draw, draw, draw – during math’s class, during science class, during biology, during prayer, during detention and any other time that I got. Even in the loo for that matter.
Let me tell you now that I am no artist or painter, I couldn’t paint for beans now. How contradictory! Isn’t it! Well it so happens my ‘I-could-care-less’ attitude got the best of me and I stopped drawing. What a waste of talent, you may be thinking? Stop it, right this moment. What goes of your fathers’, it’s my life. Life continued.
I did get into college eventually. You must be wondering how? After all, he did fail every class. Well, it turns out my daddy knows people everywhere, freaking everywhere. College days went by like a blink of an eye. Almost like this sentence. Made good friends though! Friends, I can count on with my life. Ok, maybe not that dramatic but with my BMW at least. I know, I know BMW, but gotta give those guys some credit. It’s a public blog for crying out loud.
This meaningless life was going nowhere. All the partying, sleeping around – the alone at home type (Yeah! Only you can think like that buddy) – drinking, going for crazy long drives with friends, had come to a climax. The movie needed a twist. Here came the director, my dad – finally sick of my disastrous endeavours. So, he decided – he was going to pack my bags and send me far-far-far, really-really far away from home. OK. Maybe, it’s not that far. It’s a two hour flight from home. Here, the place far away from home, called the world of ‘Really-silly insanely-dumb let’s talk jargons’ world of Northpoint, I discovered….. to be continued. Yeah! That’s right. I enjoy such lunatic ends.
