Rishi Revolts

Parents wanted me to be a doctor or an economist.

They wanted me to be a somebody.

Somebody training never felt right.

I could see how my parents would fight.

How attached they were to the roles they played, they just couldn’t be who they wanted to be, who they really were, did they ever know their worth before the plane crashed into the earth.

For a while I could play along and I did maybe more as an homage then as a passion or as some rite of passage.

I could be Jim or Jack Jones.

I could be anything they wanted me to be.

At the core of the kernel, I wanted to be nobody.

Even now when I feel the weight of their essences urging me and guiding me.

I wanted love without conditions.

I wanted to be able to tame the rising sea of emotions inside of me.

I wanted and wanted but I rarely tried, hoping they would just fruit to life.

University couldn’t fill me and only made me feel more empty.

Made me feel further away from the one, made me question who I am and who I was. Cleaning was the only way to vacate my mind.

There was something special about this place.

The voice in my head laughs “It’s just a supermarket, kid!”

The tannoy calls me to aisle six.

An aisle filled with sick.