born as a beggar, he thrived hard for finding a bread and a bed. it was an everyday struggle. his dad died as a victim of one rich drunk guy with a nice car, his mother, of tuberculosis. the country's systems did not work out pretty well for him. orphanage were overbrimming with kids and no shelter house was free, as much as he knew. he begged on the streets of Delhi, and understood early in his life that he will not die as a victim. he will die as a king. sharp as he was, a little motivation worked out for him. through a long path, woven and wounded, nowhere straight, he transformed from a orphan street smart to a well learned author, a motivational speaker and a rich NRI. the epicenter of his writings were how dreams offer freedom beyond the scale of imagination.
he left India as soon as he became rich enough and bought a bungalow in the countryside of south carolina. maybe not as a king, but he won't die as a victim. he was in mid fifties now, and had a severe addiction to cigarettes, the habit he developed in his teens. as he saw his 18 year old boy with his SUV, he often recalled how his teenage went. digging out information from newspapers, reading the dictionary on the footpath in the daylight and using it as a pillow in night. polishing shoes of the upper creamy layer of the society, serving as a boy toy to the powerful dregs. his body shivers, sometimes. but considering his then condition, maybe he is a king. he is the conqueror of his past, present and future. really?
his wife was the way he earned a greencard. he has a blondie for a wife. he high fived himself almost regularly, in the early days of the marriage. then of course, no matter what race your wife belongs to, the enthusiasm deteriorates. his son has no stench of india in him. all the future races that emerged out of the beggar will now be american. if he is the conqueror, then why is he neutral on 4th july? and why he feels patriotic on 15th august?
today is 15th august. all the local channels are congratulating the Indian communities on this non-religious but equally festive day. he is enjoying his breakfast, yolk and bread and some coffee, on his dining table. his wife is gone for some groceries and his son has not yet returned from the last night party. 'Jana Gana Mana', the indian anthem symbolizing the greatness of the country, played in full voice and the parade started. no way, he said to himself as he went for the remote control. he was about to change the channel when something stopped him. the streets of the local parade were the same streets he taught himself, he fought with himself and dreamed of a free life. he recalled the parade of his teenage, even then he never picked up the fallen tricolor. but today, he wished he had.
he left India as soon as he became rich enough and bought a bungalow in the countryside of south carolina. maybe not as a king, but he won't die as a victim. he was in mid fifties now, and had a severe addiction to cigarettes, the habit he developed in his teens. as he saw his 18 year old boy with his SUV, he often recalled how his teenage went. digging out information from newspapers, reading the dictionary on the footpath in the daylight and using it as a pillow in night. polishing shoes of the upper creamy layer of the society, serving as a boy toy to the powerful dregs. his body shivers, sometimes. but considering his then condition, maybe he is a king. he is the conqueror of his past, present and future. really?
his wife was the way he earned a greencard. he has a blondie for a wife. he high fived himself almost regularly, in the early days of the marriage. then of course, no matter what race your wife belongs to, the enthusiasm deteriorates. his son has no stench of india in him. all the future races that emerged out of the beggar will now be american. if he is the conqueror, then why is he neutral on 4th july? and why he feels patriotic on 15th august?
today is 15th august. all the local channels are congratulating the Indian communities on this non-religious but equally festive day. he is enjoying his breakfast, yolk and bread and some coffee, on his dining table. his wife is gone for some groceries and his son has not yet returned from the last night party. 'Jana Gana Mana', the indian anthem symbolizing the greatness of the country, played in full voice and the parade started. no way, he said to himself as he went for the remote control. he was about to change the channel when something stopped him. the streets of the local parade were the same streets he taught himself, he fought with himself and dreamed of a free life. he recalled the parade of his teenage, even then he never picked up the fallen tricolor. but today, he wished he had.
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