Hi.
The best way to start off my first feeble attempt at writing an online would be by introducing myself. Not just my name, age and nationality, I would like to describe my persona in a way which makes you understand why I see things the way I do. So that you have a full and thorough understanding of my view of our society.
I am 16 years old which tells you enough. Confused thoughts, agitated actions, rebellion.
All of that. Right now if I had to label myself I probably couldn’t because I have yet to learn and accept my strengths and weaknesses. Some I have already come across. Others are fairly new to me.
So today being the 4th of april 2019, was a day so ordinary yet so sad and defeating.
We are on vacation in our home town patna.
We includes my mom, dad and me.
Last night we celebrated my 2 year old cousin’s birthday with a big bash. Too much hassle if you ask me considering that she won’t remember any of this. But no one did so I’ll keep my opinion to myself.
Everyone’s here- the whole family.
While I was busy clicking pictures on my dad’s phone (because his phone camera is way better than mine), I mistakingly opened his texts.
What I saw, piqued my interest so I took to a corner and read through all the texts (I knew I shouldn’t have.)
So the texts were all from his office collegues offering him consolation because of the promotion he didn’t get. AGAIN.
It’s been years and my dad is still stuck at scale 4 while all those who joined alongside him are way ahead of him. This is what happens in banks. They promote those filthy ass kissers.
Now you might say that I am saying this out of spite. Trust me I am not. Because I have seen it.
Those who work hard at being the boss’ favourite shoot ahead while others are stuck behind.
The sad thing is it wasn’t supposed to be like this this time. They actually took a written test to avoid partiallity. And then the next round was the interview. My dad was pretty confident about the interview and he told me all about it. He never gets our hopes up because of how disappointed we would be. But this time he did. Which means this time was truly his to shine.
But damn those interviewers who gave scores in pencil so that they could later erase them and do whatever the hell they wanted anyway.
Now, my dad is very well respected but respect only goes so long. We needed the money. No we are not struggling but a little raise would help us alot. And I can only imagine what my father must be going through.
The result was supposed to be out on 30th march but when I asked, he said it was postponed. How hurt must he have been to lie to us. To hide it from us. I wish my father didn’t have to go through this year after year.
What bugs me the most that I made deals with God that if he got my father this promotion I would sacrifice a whole lot. Whatever was worth it.
This is absolutely brutal. And my mother. Oh she is going to be shattered. I don’t understand that after going through all of this, why don’t we get our happy ending?
When will we get our happy ending?
Will we ever get our happy ending.?
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