I have always loved action movies. I mean they are amazing. I like the car races, the ultra tech gadgets, the fancy motor bikes. I like it when the hero flexes his muscles. It is an amazing world.

When I was a kid, I wanted to do all those things that action heroes do. I wanted to be the macho man. I wanted to save damsels in distress. I wanted to jump from a fast moving train. I wanted to………….oh god!!!!! the list is endless.

As a kid I was very sure that I will grow up to be the hero one day. But as years passed, I slowly realized that I atleast was not made for the part. It isn’t that I am afraid of anything. I am not but adventures are not my cup of coffee (I don’t like tea). It disappointed me a little but gradually I accepted it.

As for the adventures in my life, I drive a second hand car everyday to office that needs to be serviced after every fifteen days. My kids hate me for that. They say me and my car have many similarities. I know what they are talking about. I know we are both losers.

My son’s friend’s father is a chief executive in a marketing firm. He has a flashy car.  My son told me that his friend’s father will gift his son an expensive car on his eighteenth birthday. I remember sitting on the sofa while he told me this news. My son didn’t say anything else. He just kept on switching channels. But his eyes were sad. I know I am a loser but atleast I can see when my son is sad. I am his father afterall.

But I must not spend more time talking to you. I have to go to the office. Nowadays there is more work in office. I return quite late to home. My wife hates it. I have given her one more reason to despise me. But it’s fine. Take care. Bye.

The reason for spending extra time in office was something the “common man” didn’t ever tell his family. In reality he was working overtime and saving the extra money. He also wanted to gift his son a car on his eighteenth birthday.