Air in the room was thick with smoke, an hour ago this young man entered into my office and since then he is smoking non stop. Smoking is a very strange phenomenon, nicotine though a chemical itself yet can creates strong emotional bonds with human feelings of sadness, of misery, of marry, of lethargy and with hyper activity, its victim is always in need for a puff, always craving for a drag, smoking is a vaporized poison that provides instant relief while tightening the knot on the death rope.
His eyes were big and brown curious and seemingly always asking questions even when lips are sealed, around six feet tall with glowing fair skin, his manners and posture were all reflective of his affluence. He was educated young man in his mid twenties.
Tell me something about yourself, I asked him with a professional dignity on my face,
My name is Zeeshan, he started with dazed vice, I belong to a very rich family, my father runs a huge business, he is sixty five years old, success and prosperity reflects through his face, he never looks older than fifty years. My mother, on the other hand, is fifty years old, despite all the age defying skin therapies, her youth and glamor is history now, she is desperately trying to guard her rightful status of my father’s wife in a society where many opportunities exist for my father and none for my mom. I always wonder why wish to stay young among men is granted more often and never among women.
As a young kid I was provided with every toy that I ever dreamed of, every dress that I ever asked for, and every food that I ever wish for. Commuting to my school in chauffeur driven car, I always thought myself special, a blessed one and extra ordinary. We had a marvelous home with number of servants always ready to accept a command, I have been raised by governess, my manners are carefully and professionally embedded into my personality. My mother was young and beautiful at that time, always busy with social activities, I hardly ever saw her during the day time, but she never forgot to tuck me in at night, never forgot to say good night with a kiss on my forehead. Motherly love is ingrained and never conditioned.
As a young man I went to the best schools and finally graduated from Harvard school of social sciences. I run my own latest model beamer which my father gifted me on my last Birthday, I am at the last stair that leads to a door of successful life, yet I feel myself so indifferent about every thing, so antipathetic towards the word success.
All my life I have tried to understand happiness, I did every thing that is considered cool, I tried cigarettes, then drugs, wine, sex and what not, yet I am always devoid of this commodity. I attempted to commit suicide twice in one month however unlike everything else, I could not achieve “death” when I so desire it.
What’s wrong with me sir?
(First session concludes).
May you people help me to find what is wrong with this boy?
Khair !!!