“It’s not rocket science.”
“But I don’t want to take over the family business, dad.”
“So you want to leave a regular income, safe and secure job to pursue some silly childhood dream that you’d write a novel? I just can’t understand that. You’d be a fool if you let that opportunity go.”
I looked at him trying to push my dream away.
“So you’re a little slow, can’t manage the finances yet and act like you have no interest in it at all. Dreams can become true any time, son. Get settled in life, get married, have children. These aren’t things that’ll wait for long. Dreams, they’ll come and go, they’ll wait for you. Get your priorities sorted.”
I laughed. I’d heard that line before.
“Just like I left my dream of playing tennis for India, and took up coaching for CAT in the summer instead of tennis camp. Just like I pursued Business Administration instead of Literature when you asked me to put that dream on hold… right Dad?”
He stared at me, his face even.
“Yes. Be sarcastic and ruin your life, you fool. I just can’t understand why you want to write anyways. Where’s the money in that? Why can’t you change your dream, live to our expectations for once?”
I laughed again, and walked towards the door.
“It’s not rocket science, dad.”
(April 10th, 2013)