Quite a simple thing to be ordinary. Or so you think! It starts with a baby boy born in a middle class family. Boy! if you are the first one, all family would spoil you with so much of love. What you do with all that love you might say, well we would just use it all and become the angel in the family. Parents love you, but they are strict, why because they have time to be. So the nth product of this formula, an obedient boy! Do all that your mom tells you, do all that your dad tells you. Go to school, do your homework, never miss a class, study hard!(wonder why) to get first rank in your class. In a class of 40 of course there will be that one kid who is dumb and pale who never steps out at the sun during physical activity (PT) period and always gets first rank. That keeps you in an average score; each marks card reminding that some one is always better than you. The Idea that your parents pick it up and compare you to the rest of the world for ever and ever. Well you have been officially convinced to be a meritocratic person! With the heat of education grades and puberty, you loose track of your education some where and you end up studying engineering; because your parents told so!, Oh no, that is what your grades let you! After horrific four year bachelor of engineering, you graduate in colors with most confusing perception of the real world. You do what your other friends do and joined software engineering company because it pays, well peanuts. Couple of years down the line, you forget your aspiration as engineer, thinker and go on to do some monotonous-kinda garden level copy paste job till it strikes you what you have become!
An Ordinary Man !
An Ordinary Man !
