Chapter 7:

I never heard the story my boss had to say to explain to me. Because that day, when he needed me to help him was the last time I had talked to him or been in the same building as him. At least that is what I want to think. But my thoughts however, they are with me even now. Telling me that whatever I did was right. Running away from the city of my work. All the experience I could ever get about life. Birth, Education, Graduation, Job, Marriage and its failure, love and its side effects, even death. It is a real thing, to die without physically dying. Many people know this because they have actually experienced it. By working in a place where you get promoted to do the exact same thing you were doing earlier. That is the problem with that kind of administration these days. People don't learn the work. They learn how to do it. In this world, a very few people know what work really means. It does not only mean the input effort to the output results. It is affected mostly by the efficiency, accuracy and punctuality. I had all these three things down. I thought I did. Most importantly, I knew what work was, I was always working. Maybe that kind of administration is nice. Oh boy! I'm so conflicted.

Maybe, that is the problem with me. I am always confused. Even on the daily tasks I am performing, like what do I want for breakfast? Banana or bread? Or Banana bread? I used to love bread when I was a kid. Because my mom would bake it for me. I know that normal bread was always available in the marked, packed and fresh inside a plastic polythene. My father could have brought it for me anytime. My father wanted to, but my mother wouldn't let him. She was so much about sentiments. Even when she went sick, she would never let my dad fetch anything other than raw fruits and vegetables from the market. Rarely when one of us had a birthday, or an anniversary, or a reason to celebrate, we went out to celebrate. I didn't have many table manners because most of us had overlapping birthdays, separated by a day or two. I was born on exactly the date of birth of my mother. We shared the whole day with happiness and in tradition. Happily. Although we were talking about the confusion I am always facing, I felt that this was way more important for you to know. Because I had always spent my whole childhood waiting for surprises to happen, and they never did. It had always been laid out for me. Even my career was planned 5 years prior to what happened. My father had always wanted me to get into this company and rise up to the position of a vice-president. He thinks highly of me. And I can say nothing to him to disregard that. This had always confused me. Always. Because I had done nothing that had showed him that I respected him, or that I was capable of anything in the world. If a Close friend of his asked, 'Can your son become the next president of The United States?' He would always say yes. Without hesitation. Without even considering that I was not even qualified. And that confused me. That is where it started guys, the interest and passion and determination and belief in me. That was where I felt the need to rise. To rise against everything that had happened. Boy, oh boy! I wish my parents had never believed in me. I would have at least tried to be calm and relaxed. I am relaxed now. Now that I know that I'm writing this for no one to read, I am really happy.