Strolling on the terrace and watching the sun bid adieu has
been on my daily schedule, at least for the last five years or so. Actually, I
got quite fond of it. It’s not the beauty of the setting sun which everybody
praises, nor the bright orange hue which makes the environment cozy that
fascinates me. It’s something I can’t explain, not even to myself. It’s
something I have been trying to understand, still trying. May be it’s because
of the juggling of emotions that instantaneously starts in my heart, in my
brain, and probably in every living tissue I have. May be, it’s one of those
many things in my life which have been in query, and will remain so forever.
But today it’s different. Today, I have shifted my place
from the usual terrace to its parapet. Today, it’s not just the mighty sun
which is going down. Life has never been harsh to me. I was born with a silver
spoon in my mouth. I was raised as if I was the only child born in a hundred
years. Right from the beginning itself, I was indifferent towards my studies.
But that does not mean I was lagging behind in any way. Being in the creamy
layer was not an obligation from my family, it was by default. I grew up to
become pretty close to what people call, a handsome hunk. Exaggerating things
has always been my passion. But trust me, this time, I am just being modest.
Needless to mention the amount of attraction I received from the opposite sex.
And honestly speaking, I had my own share of fun. It was nothing serious. I
just floated on the champagne but never dived into it. I don’t know whether
it’s the foreign degrees or it’s just in my blood, but handling my father’s
endless empire was never a problem for me.
This is a life most people would envy. If I were in your
place I surely would have. The grass is always greener on the other side. Not
that I want to exchange my life with someone else’s. It’s just that, no matter
how smooth your life is, at some point of time, boredom sets in. You tend to
lose the zeal, the ardor or the intensity to excel beyond the thinkable. Life
becomes so monotonous that it contradicts the very reason for its existence. So,
here I am, balancing myself on the string of eternity and walking down the
aisle of new life, or the thing beyond that. I don’t know what I am doing and I
don’t know why I am doing this. But one thing I know, I have to do this. I have
to break the shackles. I have to set myself free. So I guess, this is time,
time to go down. I mean, time to rise.
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