All through teenage, i thought i was a rebel just cz i wore jeans, always had a skinned hand / leg, unkempt hair, ripped shoes, tattered school bag & tie, school books which are more scrap books for doodling. And to add to these personality traits there were acts like, argue with folks - coolest thing do, sneaking out of home - the biggest achievement, having Che Guvera poster at home - made me the ultimate, talking about Communist Manifesto & Materialism - made me a scholar and the ultimate aim in my life was to talk about Peace- you know peace like no war, no cry and all.
And one day i grew up just to realize that- everything i thought- was a small world of fantasy i created. Wish i could just stick to my stupid world of rebelism.
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