Let's see...
At 25..
By day.. I run an IT company, an established software house.
By the rest of the day.. I am a brand manager for a local celebrity but I play artiste manager most of the time.
By the time i rest from the days.. I take a break.. I lay on the sofa, with my head on one end and my feet on the other.. thinking of concepts and designs.
By then.. i'm an art director.
My father has always been a workaholic for as long as i can remember. I hated the fact that i hardly see him when growing up. Every year, he made no time to attend any of my prize giving ceremonies, although he was the one to set the bars for my academics. I was surely gonna get hit if i had done bad. But he never came to collect my report card during parent-teacher day. He hardly even picked me up from school. He never saw me swim for my school. He never saw my work for school productions.
He always knew that I'm into films, theaters and all that in between. He knew that my childhood ambition was to be a film director. But he never knew where it all started. I hate that. But i love that he brought me to places around the globe for school holidays and made special routes to let me explore the world of film making. I love that he let me have his Handycam when i went to boarding school. I love that he could afford to send me for film courses without any objections.
Had he spent time with me, he would have known why i like what i love.
But if he had spent time with me, he might have not been able to give me what i own.
My hero was and is a workaholic.
I hate him and love him for that.
People say i am one.
I say, I'm just being my father.
My strongest influence.
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