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You are born. You open your eyes and see your mother's watery eyes and a proud father looking at you over her shoulders. You start to walk, you start to listen, you start to understand. Then you open your mouth and blabber shit that amuses your parents and they feel out of this world for their child can now speak.

You start running. Then they put you into a school. Teachers then teach you values, teach you to add numbers and how to speak effectively with the help of 26 lettered alphabet. They ask you "What would you become when you grow up?" You spit out words like Engineer, Doctor, Teacher(they look at you proudly), politician(they look at you with disgust), scientist(they look at you what-the-fuckish proudly). In reality you wonder what these words actually mean. You grow and start wearing full-pants in school. Start noticing girls and hating your teachers, schools and everything that deals with education. You fuck up your 10th exam and end up in a mediocre college with people more mediocre than an illegal Bangladeshi immigrant. They smoke, you smoke. They drink, you drink, they play snooker, counter-strike by bunking classes, you follow the suit. Soon your parents discover about your hobbies. Your father slaps you, mother cries and curses god for putting you in her womb. You feel ashamed for a month. But you fuck up your 12th anyway with a hope that you'll excel in engineering entrance exam. 

You fuck that up too. Then your father burning his heels, search for a place in college by bribing officials. You enter a college run by fucked up people and attended by students just as fucked up as you are. You notice a beautiful girl and fall for her. You attend college just to get a glimpse of her. Then you try to talk with her. She being beautiful and a girl, toys with your emotion and by the time you realized how deep your pockets are filled with lovely shit, you pass out of college. As you are not a grade A evil, you start looking for a job to relieve the pressure off your old man. You get one menial job where you are ill-paid. You curse your life. You wish you'd have studied. Then you are offered a girl to complete you as a man. You, being desperate and going bald faster than you thought, giver her your name. She pays you for it. You proudly sit on that horse and with a few banal bollywood songs blaring behind, you feel like you own the world. You go for your honeymoon in Simla or a place which is cooler than the place where you live. You return home and nine months after feel proud, for you are now father of a son.

And then he opens his eyes.