by Kritika Bhatia
When I was little,
My dreams were vague,
They went on changing,
Sometimes I dreamt of cookery, and sometimes, modelling.
I was too timid,
To understand this world,
No knowledge about struggles,
No knowledge about hurdles.
But, as I progressed,
I noticed that the world,
Isn’t a cakewalk any more,
You never get success until you don’t work from 12-4.
You need to sacrifice a lot,
You need to sweat your blood out,
Then, there’ll be critics, who’ll comment,
Whether you’ve reached that moment of receiving accolades or not.
You may meet your competitors,
Who will throw challenges at you,
The media makes it all the more complicated,
With interviews, and your movies will be audience-rated.
Sacrifice your etiquettes when needed,
You sacrifice your ‘organs’ when time comes,
The culture gets destroyed,
And so do your loved ones.
They worry when you return in the wee hours,
You try to hide things from them,
And start trusting those from the industry,
Having no idea about what they do for gaining success and money.
Your shots go superb,
Your demands are met,
By acting in adult films,
A lot of praise and money you get.
But, you never thought of them,
Who brought you up like a gem,
You are busy with link-ups and break-ups,
Nobody ever understood what’s up!
You indulge in drinking and drugs,
You leave the society and ignore the shutterbugs,
People worldwide become your fans,
But, when you drown, there’s no one to give you a hand.
Last updated June 22, 2016