In the world full of billions struggling to make their mark somehow, there are only handfuls that succeed. Businessmen, actors, athletes, artists and others become exemplary beacons of triumph for the less fortunate of the masses. They're touted as heroes, idols, and inspire many more to at least come close to, if not achieve the same amount of success as themselves. Half of everyone's life is spent searching for that one perfect idol to call their own. I consider myself exceptionally fortunate to have been born in the same house as that of my idol – my father. I've modelled my career path keeping him in mind. I've grown accustomed to a certain lifestyle now, and I hate to admit it but if I've to maintain it, I need to toil harder than I possibly can. Luckily I've my idol guiding me, scolding me, and as a bonus, loving me, in my own house. I've seen him struggle, I've seen him fail, but eventually rise with renewed vigour. He doesn't