The Point

The Point

They are still not getting the point. What that shall become of me, I don’t know. But if it continues like this then I know one thing for sure, that my relations with my family are going with a speed irrespective of the destination. Questions have been riddling my mind like bullets let lose in the middle of a war. Love remains the only exception that is still understood by both the sides. Yet love alone can't be accounted for all the internal chemistry.

How do I let them understand that what they think is not exactly right? They are right, but only in their perspective. They believe in success too, yet the path they see is one that’s trampled upon and serves as not much as an interest to me. How well can I convince them that the art of laughter is much more important than being able to cushion up an engineering degree. The condition that I am going through now is just total turmoil. I haven’t had the chance to revisit myself all these years, thanks to their evergreen stands on my career perspectives. Having not been able to live the life that I desire serves as a big reason for me to forget I had a dream. And yet, here I am a blank page with full authority to draw whatever I feel like drawing.

“Your father expects so much of you; about the privileges that he would be bestowing upon you in order for you to study hard”.

 ~ I don’t get this thing. Why is my father so fussed about how I well I do with my studies? I thought parents were always more interested in the happiness of their children, given they are taking a clean path to their desired goal. He must understand that I cannot perform the functions of my life with his dreams.

 I don’t want to become an engineer, and there you are, already planning sending me to coaching classes and all. I mean you have even planned your savings that will be spent on my master’s degree in engineering, taken I complete my bachelor’s without failing miserably. I don’t even want to become an engineer. I am doing this course in order to please you. And that’s it. Can’t ruin the rest of my career too.

But is that the point? No. Several others like me have gone through or will be going through the same phase as mine and the best part still lie unexplained. I can’t give up on my dreams. So what do I do? I will try. I will fail. I will try again. I will yet fail. Failing can’t be that ridiculous, given they are my own family. And the best part is that one day your dreams will be seen. Yes, don’t lose hope. Even the sturdiest concrete slabs develop a crack with time. Isn’t it a great place for an ambitious daisy to blossom under a spectacular new sun? Just keep trying, and remember that it's not just your life, but it's theirs' too.