"Why be happy when you can be normal?"

I did the unthinkable a few weeks ago. Not only did I leave my Job for better prospects I also broke my engagement. It was something that my parents could never understand. Least of all my Father. Papa. Extremely caring and extremely rigid. A man who made his own choices and only at the fag end of his life does he realise that the mistakes that he made have exacted a bigger price than what he was willing to pay.

I ended my engagement not because I suddenly realised that I am in love with someone else or any of those pathetic flimsy reasons but because I realised that as individuals we were only destined to make each other unhappy. We would have probably harped at each other, fought, flung accusations, and wished we would never have gotten married.

She had no interest. In movies, books, cooking, working, studying or in me. She wanted unswavering attention, she wanted to be told that she is the best, she wanted wanted and wanted but she did not want to give. Anything. Neither love, nor support nor a sense of completeness.

To all purposes she wanted to simply float through life on a cloud without any regards to realities or the place that we are in life.

So I took the difficult decision to make life better for myself. I made the decision to break the alliance. In the eyes of traditional Indian society, I have committed harakiri. In my eyes I have comitted the sin of wanting to be happy......