Diary Of An Emperor

I remember, I was in 7th grade when my Dad brought me to his Home-city(the same place his Elder brother lived), he said that he had a surprise for me, I was freaking excited, we booked a hotel room; it was my first time in a 5-star hotel, he told me he is going out and would probably be late so I can try the room service and he has asked the front-desk to help me if any problem arises. I enjoyed the Novelty and I waited till mid-night when Dad came back; he was angry and sad, he told me to sleep and he will show me the surprise e has for me in the morning, I was a little confused and a lot tired so I slept. Next day, he took me to a Big Farm and told me that he had bought it and we will construct our home here; I was truly happy. In a few months construction was on full-swing and Mom had taken a government-issued one year vacation to supervise the construction and me and my brother were once again transferred to a new school and new city(I am proud to say that I have seen my home getting build from the ground-up).

As for why Dad was that emotional back in the hotel, well, as I have iterated earlier we were a middle-class family, and both my parents were government-employees, therefore, we didn have limitless money and my Dad had been saving up since his college days, and after I was born, he went and secretly bought a Big piece of land in his home-city near a then developing posh area, as he was still young then, he asked his Elder- brother to help keepsake the documents; he had to leave for duty(army) as he had gotten an emergency call from the ase-headquarters. Well, in the end, my aunt had secretly changed the ownership of the land and sold it(to renovate her house) the month prior to when Mom was in hospital, so, when my Dad went to ask for it that day, he was dumbfounded to say the least.

Well, after one and half year our home was built and completely furnished, and my brother and I shifted-in. Mom had went back to her job and Dad settled us in found a maid to cook and clean and left for his job; we were left like this for a year, my brother was young and it was his first time being alone for so long without Mom, so I took care of him; bathing, ironing our school uniforms, dropping and picking him from the school.

When, I was taking my finals for 9th grade, I remember, early morning during sun-rise, my Dad and I were strolling on our terrace-garden, when he suddenly informed me that I will become a Doctor that too at most till 22 yr of my age, although I was still not old enough as I was just entering my Puberty, I still felt a little hurt, a little anger and a little more determined to work hard for my goal so that Dad once again can Pat my back proudly and support me like he used to. After that incidence, I worked really hard, in each and every subject; whether it was Language & Literature or it was Sciences, as I had let the city I was practising Taekwondo and came to new city I was thinking of rejoining the one here, but I let that go too. Again, I topped my grades in every subject, well, except computer science as I didn have any PC at home and I can practise or get used to general functions of PC; I barely cleared the passing-line after memorizing the whole freaking theory book(even memorized JAVAs codes written as examples).

In my 11th grade; when we get the choice to select certain subjects, I chose PCB(Physics, Chemistry[Inorganic, Organic and Physical],Bio[Zoology, Botany, Genetics and Anthropology]) as my main subjects and as for one compulsory extra, well, my dumb**ing school board only gave two options; either CS(computer science) or **ing Economics{I am still angry about it}, so I had to choose CS and lastly there was one compulsory language; I obviously chose English.

Fun fact, in 11th grade, I was studying in my 14th School and 12th city( we moved from our home, when I enrolled in 10th grade), also I had found my first love; she was one year junior to me in grades although I was one year younger than her in age, due to me skipping grades earlier. Well, I had a Huge crush on her for a year, but being a Lonestar(lol), I didn have the courage to even go near her….

As for my normal school life, I had multiple coachings for Medical entrance exams and I was busy from 4am in the morning to 11pm in the night, I used to have little aby fat until 10th grade but midway to 11th grade I had become really skinny; Mom was worried about my health a lot but I still had that determination I felt back on the Terrace garden so I shrugged my mothers concerns back in my mind. I was still one of the top students in my grade but there were many more geniuses in my grade; I used to feel pressured by them, so much so, that by the end of 11th grade I was more Mentally tired than Physically.

I am not gonna lie, at that time, I really wanted to give up and let go of myself a little, I preserved midway through 12th grade with more mentally tired and although I didn know then I was depressed too, I was now one of the few students in class who were barely clearing any and every exams in school, as for coaching centers I was barely in thousands out of million in nationwide mock exams. Domestically and monetarily our condition was worse as compared to before; my parents had regular fights, throwing stuff and all that shabang, and trigger was always me; my school grades my coaching rankings and ironically they have found my personal diary that I had started writing since 11th grade; at first it was just a simple hobby but as slowly our household conditions started worsening(emotionally moreso) I had no one left to share my thoughts with anyone,well, my brother was there, but I couldn possibly burden that young kid, in the end, I started jotting down my thoughts in that Diary.

As I also had been severely suffering from a Hard crush; nowhere to vent my feelings, I jot down everything, and, well, after Dad came to know about everything, he eat me up pretty well, lots of new methods were used that day but there were still some old ones(it wasn my first beat-down, but might have been the harshest), everytime I cried a little louder he will double-down the beating; who could have argued with my Angry Dad that its a
atural body reaction, in the end, I was left standing for three hours at the corner of the bedroom…I looked like a half-smurf and half-potato(lol)….