When Reality Strike

''India is the land of villages, we have spend generations in agriculture , this land is nothing less than gold mines to us. How true were these words spoken by my father thought Mahinder. 

15 years back Mahinder and his younger brother used to live with their parents in a remote village in Unnao Uttar Pradesh. They had an 10 acre of land for farming but they were mostly depended on orthodox method of farming and hence many times they had to suffer huge loses, still his parents always used to make sure to give them a comfortable life but Mahindra always wanted more, he dreamt of becoming an actor and coming on silver screen. He used to activity participate in village carnivals, but his moto always remains to be seen on 70 mm screen.

One day before Dawn he packed his bag and left for Mayanagri, as he know his parents will never understand him and will try to stop him. As he saw passed his village streets he made himself promise that he will return back only when he will be as successful actor as actor as Hrithik. As the bullock Cart dropped him at bus station, he tuned around back and remembered his promise.

Once he reached Mumbai very soon reality stuck him, he had no place to live, no job and the money he had brought was soon depleting. At last for survival he started working as a waiter in a small restaurant and took a small room on rent in a chawl on a sharing basis. 

For 15 years he kept on struggling and going to directors offices, standing in lines for auditions for small roles, talking to various agents, but all were in vain. His biggest achievement was being casted as a side role in 2-3 serials.

He had not seen his family for such a long time, his stubbornness and shame was stopping him but after getting rejectes in a big budget films from which he had high hopes of been casted, he finally decided to return.

He packed his bag and boarded the train, in the whole journey he kept on repeating in his mind, the apology he owed to his family and how he will start the conversation.

Once he reached Unno station, he was shocked to see that the devlopment. Station itself has changed so much, as he was traveling through the roads which used to be kutcha years ago were now tar roads with pucca houses everywhere. Once he reached near his own house, he was shocked to see lush green mustard fields in his land, with 2 tractors and all modern method of cultivation. His own once kuchha house was now a beautiful duplex, with car standing in the front. 

That was too much for him to bear, he quickly turned around and returned back to Mumbai, to prove himself once again.