Under The Bollywood Sky [ON HOLD]

Beginnings: A Dream Takes Flight

Raunak's POV

I touched my mother's feet in order to take blessings from her for my upcoming future. She kissed my forehead and said,"Jeete raho, aur mann lagakr padhna, tuhare papa aur maine badi mehnat se jo kuch bhi kamaya hai woh tumhari engineering par laga rhe hain, kisi Tarah ki shikayat ka mauka nhi milna chahiye humko."

"Theek hain maa, nhi denge shikayat ka koi mauka" I said. "Aur hnn mere bina baat baat pr papa se ladne mat lag jaana, hum honge nhi samjhaane ko" I said jokingly and we both laughed.

"Arey ab ussey jane bhi dogi ya Mumbai tak baatein krne ka plan hai maa bete ka" said my father from behind who was putting my luggage into the train coach.

I turned towards him and took blessings from him too, although we never had a good relation among ourselves but still i do respect him for what he has done for me and for our family.

"Beta, ab tumhari khelne koodne ki umar chli gyi, ab tum bde ho gye ho, thoda practical zindagi mein jeena sikho, duniya itni acchi hai nhi jitni dikhti hai, aur hnn tumhe Mumbai bhej toh rhe hain magar galti se bhi acting ke baare mein soonchna bhi mat, itna faltu ka paisa nhi hai humare pass ki tumhari acting mein kharch kr skein, sapano ki duniya se bahar aao aur real life ko jaano, baaki humara aashirvaad humesha se tumhare saath rahega." said my father, wait a min!!! more like he strictly instructed me.

"Papa Mumbai sapno ka hii sheher hain , ab kaise uss duniya se bahar aaayein jis duniya mein jaa rhe hain." I quietly whispered under my nose ensuring that nobody listens otherwise I would be dead even before starting my new future. Why am I like this?? Always taking risks and trying to get into trouble.

At last after meeting everyone one including my friends Harshit and Savash who came to say goodbye to me before I leave my city for my dreams, I waved at them and to the city which raised me, then went inside my coach to grab up the seat for my upcoming journey. I opened my laptop and started searching for a good agency for modelling. 

So, here is my plan, I will start my journey by modelling not taking to much burden for first year then when I would try my luck into acting through college dramas, plays and give auditions from time to time until i get a good breakthrough.

I leaned back in my seat, frustration mounting with each futile click of my laptop's mousepad. The train's rhythmic rumble provided a steady backdrop to my racing thoughts as I stared at the screen littered with open tabs of modeling agencies' websites. Mumbai—my ticket to freedom, my chance to pursue my dream of acting—loomed closer with every passing mile, yet doubt emerged at my resolve like a relentless predator.

"Arey yrr, kitna kuch krna hai mujhe, ho bhi paayega ya nhi??," I muttered to myself, frustration boiling over as I grunted in exasperation. Why couldn't I shake this nagging self-doubt? Was I really cut out for this?