Childhood that was lost.

I remember, when I was just a kid, my parents asked me once what do you want to become when you grow up? I said a police officer. On asking the reason I replied because every hero in the Bollywood movie was a police officer. It was the 90’s, when the cop movies was what I enjoyed. Later when I grew up, they asked me the same question. But this time I said I wanted to become a photographer. I am one of the very esteemed who were given great oppurtunities in childhood, where I actually learnt the art of photography for 6 years in the times before digital SLR’s even reached the common mass. When I was asked again, I had just finished my first novel. So I said I wanted to become a writer, because I wanted to make someone come close to their emotions, engulf themselves in the stories I tell.

But a little later, I decided  what I really want to do with my life is to become a computer programmer. In the society, where education is given prime importance, this choice of mine was whole heartedly welcomed by my family. And that gave me a sense of satisfaction. So I studied for it. Completed my graduation, completed my post graduation, earned quite a name for myself among my peers. I held my head with enormous pride.

But now it was time to enter the big bad world. I wanted to become a programmer so hard that I forgot I once had other dreams as well. I interviewed in top companies. Failed. I interviewed in small companies. Failed again. After several failures, finally got a job. But it wasn’t the job I really wanted. I wasn’t a programmer any more. I wasn’t anything I wanted to become anymore. And in this sense of reprisal, I looked back.

I looked at everything I could have chosen to be in the past. I looked at everything I could have become in the future. I looked at where I am in the present. And I REGRET. For I did not pursue the things I should have done. For I did not keep the people I should have kept. Today when I look back I just want to get back to those things. But what I really want to go back to, is my childhood.

And now I can only hope its not too late!

It’s your turn!

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