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The Confessions of A Spokesperson - II

Date: 29^th June, 2008.

Things don’t really seem as they are, people are like things, they aren’t really what you think they are. I’ve learnt that the hard way. I have trusted, believed and got my back stabbed. Today, was the day I came into this world, forty years of torture and pain.

I remember this extract which my dad used to tell me when I was sixteen or so ‘One guy sitting in a bar said that life is hard, another guy sitting besides him said that it was never meant to be easy.’ When he told me that the first time, we had an argument on how life should be made easy. We ended up not talking for ten days. During those ten days, it felt so important of having this, this ego, and now it all seems petty.

Things which were so important to me, now seem to be of no value. They say that this happens when one is in love. I for one don’t believe in love. I remember telling my ex that, before I told her I loved her that is. It seems funny and maybe lame now, but I can’t really help it, sure I know that I am heartless git who doesn’t care about anyone else except myself. But that’s how the world works today. People leave their parents, I just left a girl.  I guess, I’m probably saying that to make myself feel good, but as they say in those Orbit White commercials ‘It’s working.’

Speaking of commercials I was watching the 1984 commercial that day, and you know what, I still think it’s one of the best I have ever seen. I remember working hard on that, we actually worked hard more on the commercial then on the computer. Yeah, well that’s what people say. People actually say a lot of things, specially thanks to the Internet and these Web 2.0 mashups, rumors travel at the speed of light. I’ve been hooked with girls and guys, and even Michael Jackson. But what hurts is when the people who used to like you, now hate you or well make other people hate you. As they say ‘It’s strange how people react to stuff, it’s also strange when people don’t.’

Things are what people ‘love’. A girl who used to hate you a day ago, won’t love you today unless you have money. Money is power, it can make people lick your feet and also various other parts of your body. My dad always said that only money minded people think like that, but every person is indirectly money minded. I am not ashamed to admit it, but people are. If I was taking up a job, I would take up a job in the company which would pay me the most, even if I a day ago hated that company. I just have a questionable nature, I guess.

I don’t cut a cake with my family and friends on my birthday, I don’t get gifts from the people I invite to my party. Heck, I don’t even have a party, since I was a child, I was told not to waste money and spend it wisely, I remember cutting a slice of bread, because my dad well, didn’t get me a cake. I mean you know somewhere deep inside you always know that one day you will have to leave the small town to be something, It was the same for me, I just didn’t belong, I was an outcast in my own eyes, it felt pretty bad.

My dad, who had actually adopted me, gave me a hundred dollars when I left home at the age of seventeen. A hundred dollars, was like a huge thing back then, I remember going around and telling my friends about it. People said that I should face the world and be with the guy who had adopted me, I didn’t have a problem with that, I just didn’t want people judging me, about everything. In the big city, I knew that wouldn’t be a problem. I knew I could be anyone I wanted, I knew I could do whatever I wanted, without having to answer anyone. I kinda missed the normal teenage things which most people wish they missed. People say that I was the lucky one who got away, but getting away wasn’t as easy as it sounds. People say they miss the good old days, I say I don’t really miss the hardships and the bread with onions and ketchup part.

Sometimes when you have a family, you hate them, and when you don’t you miss them, It’s strange how life is. Some people get what others want but not what they don’t want, like me, I always wanted a family, I always wanted to get rid of the home-sickness feeling I always had bottled up inside me, but I didn’t. ‘Maybe that’s all that family really is, a group of people who all miss the same imaginary place.’

People say I am not original as I quote other people a lot. It’s actually that sometimes quotes can make it easy for people to express themselves, I am not expressive, I am mostly expressionless too. So, quotations really help people like me, but well people are always right, I really wish sometimes that I could think like them.

Some think they understand me, others say I need to get myself checked. But whenever I go on the stage and take out a new device from my Levi’s people applaud and scream, the board of directors actually had asked me to retire and rest with my near and dear ones for the rest of my life. I obviously refused that offer. That stage was and remains to be everything for me. It’s where I have expressions, it’s where I am like ‘the rest of them.’

Note : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. My inspiration is the life of Steve and Jobs, my own life and the people around me. Oh and I’m still open to suggestions for the name of this character.

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