Some years after

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Submitted: November 13, 2016

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THIS PIECE OF WRITING IS FROM THE LIFE OF A FICTITIOUS INDIAN MAN'S DIARY WHO BROKE PAST THE BARRIERS AND STEREOTYPES OF MEDIOCRITY AND DOGMA AND ACHIEVED HIS GOALS AFTER HIS FATHER'S CONTINUAL DISAGREEMENT WITH HIM.
 
30th November,2028.
Today I feel really happy after spending one day in the place which I would often dream of visiting as a child,Bora Bora.The clear turquoise water along with the scorching hot sun,the essential simplicity of the overwater bungalows with the Straw roofs;whose beauty were amplified by the presence of my wife Giselle.She is busy getting herself a shower,leaving me alone to contemplate about deep ideas revolving around life.An hour before,while checking my wallet for my credit cards,I had a glimpse of Giselle's photograph.A simple scandinavian woman with blue eyes whose progress I had witnessed;she had gone from being a brainy postgrad student to becoming a successful Entrepreneur.Then I realised the gravity of the situation.If I had'nt reformed my mindset back in 2016,I would never have met her at LMU 5 years ago.
 
2016 Second half,One of the most impactful times of my life which completely rewired my beliefs about my parents and society of which I was a part of then.For first time in life I perceived the existence of Dogma, hype, stereotyping, overthinking, social pressure and what not.It was at that time when I resolved to take charge of my life.I decided to sacrifice the needful to liberate myself from the shackles of the so called 9 to 5 existence and the weights that came with it.I chose to ignore my parents desires about me for some years and decided to work hard to get liberated,whereas the other 18 year olds were working hard to get appreciated and accepted.
 
Seriously,owing to my father's unhealed father wound ,he always disagreed with me on my desires.I decided to pursue Bachelors in Mechanical Engineering,he preferred IT.I chose to work for a Steel company,he insisted on a finance company.I chose to do MS,he preferred MBA.I chose to specialize in Material Physics,he reluctantly insisted on Operations research.I decided to marry a girl who was not Indian,he insisted on a gujurati woman.I chose to become a Scientist,he insisted on a simple engineer who works for the paycheques.He never really understood my ambitions,owing to his father wound.This mental anguish has always pushed me to work harder to achieve my goals and shatter glass ceilings.He is one of the 99% people on earth,who work with the objective to earn money and never get abundant amounts of it.Then there are other people who work for the joy of contributing to the world,and stockpile huge amounts of cash all thanks to a divine mechanism which seems to operate in the abyss of the subconscious mind.
 
As a 14 year old,I would see other boys of my age wear NIKE shoes and CASIO watches and would long for them,resulting in my father lecturing me which indirectly spoke of his limiting beliefs:"AAPDE MIDDLE CLASS LIFE JIVIYE CHHE" ("We live a middle class life").Today I smile at the folly of homo sapiens sapiens who complicate life despite it being so simple, which reflects in the line :"you want it ? so go get it." But the primal aspect of originating from my mother and father never washes itself from my heart and my wife Giselle grew up in a similar surrounding.As a result we believe that we on a divine plane have four parents each, and we send them cheques of equal amounts each month.Not as a display of our achievements,but as measure to maintain their financial health.After all it was their limiting beliefs exerted on us which presented us a launch pad to get off average.
 
KINDLY NOTE THAT THE "FICTITIOUS INDIAN MAN" IS A RESULT OF MY IMAGINATION AND I HAVE NOT TAKEN THIS IDEA FROM SOMEWHERE ELSE AND THIS PIECE OF WRITING IS MY SOLE EFFORT.


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