"The purpose of my birth is to change the world through my writings."

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

A Day In 2024 [College Assignment(600 words)]

It was August 7, 2024. I was sitting at a corner table in the Boston Public Library, United States, which is among the most popular libraries of the world. With my Billy hat, dark blue scarf and Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses, I was trying to hide myself from the paparazzo, who had been stalking me for about a week then.

As I took the first sip of a brand new flavour of my morning coffee, which happens to be Kopi Luwak (the most expensive coffee in the world), my phone started to vibrate. I picked up the phone. My personal secretary happened to be on the other side, in his usual low and shaky voice.

“Hello ma’am?”

“Yes, Johnny?”

“I’d like to inform you that Mr. Matthew Hussey has requested for a meeting as soon as possible.”
“Tell him to meet me on Sunday morning. And schedule all the work related to my motivational team, NGOs and radio shows for the next weekend.”

“But ma’am...Don’t you have that San Francisco and San Jose motivational speech scheduled for the next weekend?”

“Oh yes, of course! Well, postpone that. You see, I have other stuff to do during the weekdays. Being a Corporate Communication Manager in the US is not a very flexible job.” I smiled.

As I began to leave, I noticed a young teenage girl, who was not reading anything, and was sitting alone exactly in the centre of hundreds of other silent readers. She was wearing a frown, and didn’t seem to be interested in anything.

Teenage is that time period in which every human being is the most vulnerable to being astrayed, if not guided properly. I attempted to talk to her, because the voices in my head which had always talked about things like youth, feminism and women empowerment tempted me to do so.

“Hey, why aren’t you reading that book?”

“Which book?”

“That book...which hundreds of other people around you are reading.”

“Oh, you mean that book by Upasana Goyal...”

“Yes. Don’t you like it? I’ve heard it is the best seller of the year.”

“Oh, no! I love it. I’ve read it twice, already. Upasana Goyal is an amazing writer. She inspires me so much. I am waiting for her next book. She is my role model.  I’ve even bought T-shirts with her quotes printed on it. You wanna see?”

I smiled as she took off her jacket so that I could read my own quote, printed in bold letters on her T-shirt.

“That is some really cool stuff.” I said, with a bigger smile this time.

Her frown had disappeared. My mission was accomplished. Instead of a miserable look, there was now a twinkle in her eyes. I wished to reveal my identity and to talk more. But I chose to say nothing else, as I wanted to remain in disguise, so that I could stay unnoticed by that paparazzo.

As I was driving to my 7 star home in my car, I noticed a large crowd of thousands of young girls and women standing outside my house. I was really surprised, as I didn’t expect that to happen.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, UPASANA GOYAL!” All of them screamed as I stepped out of the car. I laughed, and cried tears of joy. I received thousands of birthday cards which stated how I changed those girls’ lives, inspired them, changed their thinking, and taught them to fight for themselves. That feeling of peace, success, contentment and accomplishment that I experienced while reading those cards- cannot be described in words. It was my best birthday ever. Life couldn’t have been happier.

Copyright © Upasana Goyal 2014

6 comments:

  1. Fantastic article, wow , Like the way of presenting autobiography kinda thing(That is without revealing true identity to girl mentioned above)

    Xp

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  2. Writing is the mirror to one's soul. Your writing is wonderful. I can imagine the soul. Wonderfully expressed Upasana.

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