"So cooool bro! Your life is all settled now. You're so lucky you've
such encouraging parents. They do everything for you. We are not so
lucky like you, we have to do things unwillingly. Anyways bro don't
forget me once you go there. Tc". He received a text from his old school
friend on his way to the Airport. He smiled reading it and thinking of
the truth and how his life had been perceived by people.
He replied " Haha.Thanks bro. Will surely not forget. Will Skype you".
He got down from his Maserati while his driver assisted him in unloading the luggage and waved a good bye to him.
He finished his formalities and sat down till his flight arrived. An old man sat next to him. They exchanged smiles initially and the conversation began.
"Your good name Hero?", the old man asked. " Rahul, Rahul Vivek Gupta", he said.
“ Myself Gopinath. So where are you flying to?", the old man inquired. "London", he replied.
“Oh well, so both of us can even travel together. I’m going there too. It's a very expensive place. I’m going there to visit my cousin. He mints money there.”, the old man shared his little knowledge about the place.
He further questioned “So what's your purpose of travel ?"
“I'm going there to study and might settle there”, he answered it again, for the 999th time since he had decided to leave India.
“So you must be a rich chap.Hmmm… By the way did you say Vivek Gupta ? I think I've heard it somewhere. What exactly does your dad do ?", the old man asked him curiously.
" Business” , Rahul replied
“What business ?”, the old man asked
“He owns the Gupta group of companies” , he said wishing for the conversation to end soon.
“Woaww! So you must be having a royal life. We all dream to live like you and struggle our whole lives striving to experience luxury”, the old man expressed his dissatisfaction towards his life and then quickly paying attention to the announcements, they both headed towards their flight as it had just arrived.
Rahul was not surprised as he always had conversations with similar responses.
Rahul ensured that the old man was not sitting anywhere close to him. Meanwhile, a beautiful young girl was directed towards the seat vacant next to him by the cabin crew. She introduced herself and then the conversation began. " You look very handsome so how many girls have you dated till now?10-20? Isn't it ?”, she began her conversation adding humor to it.
He laughed.
“Was the count too less ?”, she continued .
“No”, he said and gave a sharp look.
On the arrival of the food the girl was lost in satisfying the cravings of her stomach.
He was lost, lost in his world of reality. While the whole world dreams to lead a life like him, he wanted to escape from it. And his escape route was London. He had millions of words unsaid.
How could he tell his old school friend that the mother whom he had when he was in school had been replaced with a modern young step mother? How could he tell the old man that Vivek Gupta had only money for his son and the royal life that he was given could not heal his mental pain. How could he tell the girl that the only girl whom he had taught would give him unconditional love had loved him only for money and had left him shattered ?
A lot of us wish to lead our lives like others. Sometime like the ones that we idolize. But we never know the struggle, the pain, and the humiliations that they are undergoing. Appearances could be deceiving.
Every random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as our own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness. With passageways to thousands of other lives that we never know existed, in which we might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway.
The so called "perfect" life is not perfect. It is mostly perfectly flawed. Instead of being judgmental or trying to crib about things which we don’t have a control of, we could try building a meaningful life and it could magically lead us to the place that we deserve to be in.
He replied " Haha.Thanks bro. Will surely not forget. Will Skype you".
He got down from his Maserati while his driver assisted him in unloading the luggage and waved a good bye to him.
He finished his formalities and sat down till his flight arrived. An old man sat next to him. They exchanged smiles initially and the conversation began.
"Your good name Hero?", the old man asked. " Rahul, Rahul Vivek Gupta", he said.
“ Myself Gopinath. So where are you flying to?", the old man inquired. "London", he replied.
“Oh well, so both of us can even travel together. I’m going there too. It's a very expensive place. I’m going there to visit my cousin. He mints money there.”, the old man shared his little knowledge about the place.
He further questioned “So what's your purpose of travel ?"
“I'm going there to study and might settle there”, he answered it again, for the 999th time since he had decided to leave India.
“So you must be a rich chap.Hmmm… By the way did you say Vivek Gupta ? I think I've heard it somewhere. What exactly does your dad do ?", the old man asked him curiously.
" Business” , Rahul replied
“What business ?”, the old man asked
“He owns the Gupta group of companies” , he said wishing for the conversation to end soon.
“Woaww! So you must be having a royal life. We all dream to live like you and struggle our whole lives striving to experience luxury”, the old man expressed his dissatisfaction towards his life and then quickly paying attention to the announcements, they both headed towards their flight as it had just arrived.
Rahul was not surprised as he always had conversations with similar responses.
Rahul ensured that the old man was not sitting anywhere close to him. Meanwhile, a beautiful young girl was directed towards the seat vacant next to him by the cabin crew. She introduced herself and then the conversation began. " You look very handsome so how many girls have you dated till now?10-20? Isn't it ?”, she began her conversation adding humor to it.
He laughed.
“Was the count too less ?”, she continued .
“No”, he said and gave a sharp look.
On the arrival of the food the girl was lost in satisfying the cravings of her stomach.
He was lost, lost in his world of reality. While the whole world dreams to lead a life like him, he wanted to escape from it. And his escape route was London. He had millions of words unsaid.
How could he tell his old school friend that the mother whom he had when he was in school had been replaced with a modern young step mother? How could he tell the old man that Vivek Gupta had only money for his son and the royal life that he was given could not heal his mental pain. How could he tell the girl that the only girl whom he had taught would give him unconditional love had loved him only for money and had left him shattered ?
A lot of us wish to lead our lives like others. Sometime like the ones that we idolize. But we never know the struggle, the pain, and the humiliations that they are undergoing. Appearances could be deceiving.
Every random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as our own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness. With passageways to thousands of other lives that we never know existed, in which we might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway.
The so called "perfect" life is not perfect. It is mostly perfectly flawed. Instead of being judgmental or trying to crib about things which we don’t have a control of, we could try building a meaningful life and it could magically lead us to the place that we deserve to be in.
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