"RING RING RINGGGGGG" That's the most annoying sound I have ever heard, the sound I wake up with every morning. I don't wake up to play cricket like my other friends which I want to. I wake up to solve math equations before I go to school. I don't like to. But my mom told me she would take away my room and my cricket kit if I get anything less than 95% in my exams. "Aryan, what are you doing?" "Oh ummm mom I uhh these are my drawings."
She snatched my drawing book and tore it up. "Drawing won't make you a successful engineer, get to the studying, you have to leave for school soon." I sighed and opened my notebook. I looked at my cricket bat and drawing books. "Later I guess" I said to myself.
( No one thinks what I want to be,
I have to be someone else, no one will let me be me)
The school bus arrived and I got ready and left for school. Everyone was discussing what they wanted to be when they grow up. "Hey Aryan, what do you want to be? You always top the class!, you can become whatever you want with that intelligence." I just smiled and started looking out the window. 'Be whatever you want to be' that just sounded like a dream to me. I am not allowed to even think of being something other than an engineer.
That day I went to school and we got our math exam results. That was the first time ever I had failed my test. Everyone was laughing and my teacher told she would call my mom.
(I look around and see nothing but negativity,
they judge me by my numbers and not my creativity.)
I got home and my mom was sitting on the dinner table. "Aryan, sit down, I need to talk to you." I put my school bag down and sat down. "Aryan, were you making those drawings again when I told you to study?" "But mom I like drawing-" "Aryan! Will that make you any money? Your brother is an engineer, you should be like him. He is well settled in London and he is earning well, because he listened to us, better bring good grades next time or consider that cricket kit gone!" How could I tell my mother that I wanted to take humanities and become an artist. I just went up in my room and started studying.
(My dream is crushed and my voice is suppressed,
They should support me, instead they left me depressed.)
All the other of my grades were good. All they care about is math and science, they will never see how well I scored in English or drawing! Dhyan's parents are going to let him take humanities and study history. Why can't my parents support me? An artist can earn well, they would never let go of their stereotypes. Who said Humanities is not a good stream, I can't be buried in the books of math or science anymore! I want to use my creativity! I want to draw! I want to fly!
( I can't breathe, its suffocating,
Someone help, my stress is escalating!)
I am a robot, I wake up everyday and follow the same routine. My good grades in drawing do not make me happy and my bad grades in Math do not make me sad, I don't care. I just don't care. I don't go to play cricket with my friends anymore on the weekends, I just don't feel like it. How long am I going to keep my feelings and dreams bottled up. But who will listen to me. My friends will make fun of me and my parents will scold me. I can't even go to a therapist, Everyone will think I have mental issues and call me crazy.
( Why is society like this, why won't it let go of stereotypes,
Let me live, life will end. The fruit will fall once it ripes)
This is it. They won't listen to me, they do not care. Do they even love me? Or did they give birth to me just so they could fulfill their wishes? Do my opinions not matter at all? They will decide everything and make me a puppet. No. I will not let them destroy my dream like this.
And so he packed his bag and ran away in the middle of the night.
All he needed was a little support, but he had to fight.
They restricted him when there was an open sky,
He would not have done this, If they just let him fly.
He was not asking for much, he had one simple dream,
He felt alone, there was no one on his team.
So many like him suffer, they do not get to choose,
some choose to run, some tie a noose.
Ever since I was little, my parents always supported me. They never forced me to take a particular stream. They never forced me to bring grades which were beyond my capacity. I told them I wanted to be an author and they were so happy for me. They motivated me. I used to take this gift for granted until I came across so many cases where children were forced by their parents to take a particular field they did not wish to take. It is now that I realized that I am lucky to have such parents who are ready to support me no matter what.
Such pressure makes them feel alone and helpless. Some even took extreme steps and tried to end their own life. The worst thing you could do is to crush someone's dream, All fields are great but someone might not be made for some fields.
I too faced some rude comments from some people when I told them I wanted to be an author, "Are you joking?" "Dude, what will you earn" "Your parents are going to let you take humanities?" I ignored them. So should you if you are facing somethin like this. Life is your plate, you choose what you put in it. Everything has its own benefits. One should not bottle up their feelings, you should talk to your parents, they will love you no matter what, you just need to be honest with them.
There are so many great doctors, engineers, authors in this world. That is because they chose to be that, if they were forced to take that field when they did not wish to, they would not have been great at their jobs.
Everyone has their own creativity, Don't restrict them, let them fly. The sky is open.
Thank you.
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