days of yore(intro on my family)

When i was a little boy i asked my mother what will i be....

will i be rich and will i be famous...

here is what she said to me...

que sera sera...whatever will be will be...

the futures not ours to see

que sera sera

with these thoughts in mind i started my unsure journey into youth with the first thought being as to what i had to become in life to show the people that i had achieved....a bag full of books and a back bent with its weight and a 90 percent report card...i was on my way to becoming the next Dhirubhai Ambani.Everyone knew that MR MAYOR had arrived...point proven...or thats what i thought.

my principles were moulded...my upbringing compromised...my ethics subdued...not to forget my back hurt as eventually did my head.

this was not me but my unsure way of proving to everyone that i too was a stereotype male who like anybody else could do what 99 percent of the students in my class were doing...who cared about the balance one percent.

Me=VIKRAM MAYOR

I was born into a wealthy family where even lifting a spoon was considered trivial so i had my brigade of well wishers who spoon fed me till i was 36...uh oh...i am 36..single and always available.

My Paternal Grandfather was this big entreprenaur who had come with 500 rs in his pocket and on my birth in 1974 had an empire of 15 crores at that time all on the basis of his hard work...it could have been larger...much larger but the family believed that money came by rubbing palms and one person rubbing them was enough to sustain the generations to come....and all they had to do was spend whilst this one gentleman kept rubbing his palms....n rubbing his palms n rubbing his palms n rubbing his palms till he could rub no more.

my grandfather married my grandmother n that resulted in four children...two sons and two daughters...a happy and content family.....lacking nothing in money,happiness,love contentment and fame.

A fleet of cars and a house for each season was what kept everyone happy and dining and wining with the best was a source of power to the family...one of the most powerful and reputed families Punjab has ever seen till date...we were kings n ruled by a lion who seldom roared but one who everyone respected...a true leader with a heart of gold and a team of people eying it.

if the Roman empire could not last forever...why do the Americans feel they are humanity's saviours!!!!

huh...outta context???

well my blog is christened idiocracies of a wavering mind :-)