Yes !!! I told him...why did I???

So what is this going to be about? This phase of the mangopreneur's life is called - "Washing up part"!! Even though I had read everywhere that as an entrepreneur maybe the worst decision is about telling your parents, I did it. And there was good reason to do so. Because I had one parent by my side. As I made my way into the well lit coffee shop, I was greeted by a thin audience, only two to  be precise.I was attending the first open house discussion. Brimming with ideas, we interacted over a cup of coffee. The coffee was soothing and the ideas warming. I was feeling so much at home, so much connected to myself. We chatted and felt the need to move in with more pressing issues we encounter and are the real breakers in the path of attaining stability in terms of running a profitable venture.Then we had a run of startup stories from the very own sleepy metro city -Kolkata. The entire session lasted for maybe around an hour only. 

Slurping on a cone of ice cream, I made my way home. It was the usual subway ride back home.The usual 40 minutes ride.I was thinking and thinking hard.About every little thing that I could squeeze in even while I was in my job.Trying hard to figure out what my next step would be. In fact, each of senses was witness to a dream that was common. And hence, I always felt myself all this while.As I made my way up the staircase and into the room, I was greeted by the usual inquisitive look of him. Who? My father. He had been waiting all evening to just know what made me travel 400 odd kilometers maybe even more and be here.I could guess that easily by his looks.And then, just after I stopped my mind, I was barged by a series of questions from ofcourse every angle. Of course, I knew that the news had somehow leaked and all this time , I never bothered to come up with a solution.And so, suddenly,I found myself defending aggressively , and ofcourse not to use the S and the E words. 

The debate boiled down to the usual stuff about how experience from someone else;s life decides what is good for me and what is not. And suddenly, after just 10 minutes of intense useless discussion , I found myself VOID. Its the void of pessimism. Not that I am. Its the void of failure. Not that I am.But still, I had to go through the roller coaster emotion ride. So here's a tip, and yes no one is wrong here- DO NOT DISCLOSE. NEVER TELL HIM. :) Else this smiley may very well turn upside down. That depends how much of a badass you are(;) in front of your parents)

N.B Always realise what they have done for me and my life, but wish they could have understood what happens beyond that. Maybe that is what they call the G-gap.