In an extraordinary city of Mumbai, i lived a not so ordinary life myself. Some of my friends who were not Mumbaikars, considered me lucky to have been born and brought up in the city of dreams. They would trade anything to switch their lives with me - Tejas Kapur. I however, did not agree to them.
In My MBA College I was considered as the guy with the ‘thing’. I had everything a guy needed to live a perfect life. Rich dad, expensive cars, foreign tours and pretty girls! But my life was not as glamorous as it seemed from the distance. Like everyone else I had my own fair share of problems. The biggest problem of my life was my dad, Sanjay Kapur the great business tycoon. His company was among the countries top 11 leading industries. He had sacrificed a lot to make Kapur industries reach at this position. He sacrificed his life, his family, his wife and now he was willing to sacrifice me. Like any father, he expected his only son to help him flourish his company so he could be in the top 10. Fortunately I did not wish to spend the rest of my life in that glass prison.

I wanted to be a film director. I could almost picture myself on the red carpet for my 1st Oscar! My movies would bring a revolution in the Indian cinema; it would be like a breath of fresh air. I often day dreamt of that glorious moment and just as I was about to hold my Oscar, I heard professor Dubey calling out my name –
“Tejas, can you give the class one critique of the glass ceiling effect.”
I looked at my friend sitting beside me hoping for some help; but raj was as blank as I was. Professor amused by his intelligence, mocked at me by saying, “Mr. Kapoor! I often wonder how you managed to clear your CAT exam in the first place, or were it courtesy your rich father that you are sitting here amongst the brightest minds in India.” I hung my head as if I was a school child being humiliated for not doing my assignment, rather than an Economics graduate. There was no point answering back to him, instinctively i looked at the wall clock to check how many more minutes of embarrassment would I have to face. Then professor turned and got busy drawing Greek symbols on board and explaining the answer. After what seem like ages the bell finally rang and we all dashed out of the class as if prisoners in Alcatraz.

Raj was walking besides me sheepishly. Raj Sharma is my childhood friend. From school shorts to vodka shots, we had done everything together. “Chill yaar, oldie must be behind on his promotion or something” he consoled, while patting my shoulder. Still lost in thought about professor’s comment, I nodded while we walked towards the canteen. Just as we sat at our usual table I glanced around and my eyes caught sight of her.

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