My endless road

How it all started..

9:05 AM, June 30....
"It's a baby boy!", exclaimed the nurse. The whole typical 'punjabi' family started doing a Bhangra in the middle of Delhi hospital. "Shar ka puttar hai", exclaimed Chachaji. 😐 Okay okay maybe I'm exaggerating a bit too much.
Well that's how it all began. People say maybe I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Well I was an only only child. The people around me kept on carrying me and started throwing me up and down. I ain't no basketball people. Oh my god! My first birthday felt like it was a Beyoncé concert. Sheesh! I got so many gifts. Yay. But there was a problem, I never had the right to open any one of them.

Years passed by.. Nursery? Nah. I was too good for it. Well nursery was a pain. I mean c'mon the red car is mine how many times do I tell you kid. It was fun as hell. Since birth, I've got this problem of being were attractive to trouble. He does a mistake, no one bats an eye. I make tiny mistake, the whole world's behind me. My parents were called everyday because of my 'excessive crayon throwing'. UGHHH
And one fine day my mum put me In a school? Say WHAAA? DPS -_____-
I was in 'The great Delhi Private School Dubai'. That school never liked me honestly I never liked it either. The kids were sick. Bullies.... I met this other kid, umm what was his name again? Yeah Abiel! He was pretty much awesome. The only guy who could think like me. A really good fellow. Believe me I was really really thin. We used to have races in the corridor during break. Soon I reached first grade. This was a whole new level for me. Studies? That was a new thing. I'm a "Mankotia" so I'm umm supposed to be intelligent and talented. I used to cry by the bus stop, couldn't leave my mum. Hey it's frustrating to get up at six in the morning. My dad used to make me dress up early In the morning and my mummy gave me bread with jam. Yumm. I Was a lonely kid? Haha no way. Wherever I went, I somehow found attention. I was one destructive kid and a really attractive kid..

Second grade was horrible. THE WORST. Officially the worst! My teacher was a devil. She always used to target me. Why? I was the topper for god's sake. And then entered in the class, my foe, Aditya Rathi. He seemed like a new cool kid. OH HELL NO. He ain't nice.. He topped the class? How? How could I have lost? This gave me a mental imbalance. I was so used to winning. I couldn't bare to lose. I was in depression....