Zeen a well known kid from a family who's not less than Ambani's wealth and fame, unlike her family members she wanted to persue a different dream of her's, but with academic scores and family barriers it seemed impossible; until one fine day....
Zeen’s grades were a disaster. Not the “Oops, I got a C” kind of disaster rather the, “How is this even possible?” type. The Swiss elite school she attended specialized in producing future CEOs, politicians, and Nobel laureates. Zeen, however, specialized in staring dramatically out of windows and questioning the meaning of life. Her family, especially her father, Ms. More-Money-Than-Time, did not share her enthusiasm for existential Everytime they shared their opinions,
“Philosophy? What are you going to do? Think people into giving you a salary?” she had scoffed...
It ends up into a humiliting session. But Zeen didn’t care. Okay... Not that she didn't! she cared a little, but not enough to abandon her dream. She wanted to write a book that made people question their entire existence. She wanted to shake the world with words so powerful they could make a billionaire reconsider capitalism. The only problem? She had no clue how to start.
Enter Lauzer, the Rebel Guru!
One evening, Zeen was escaping yet another family intervention about her “future” when she found herself in an obscure bookstore. Amid dusty shelves stood Lauzer, an old man who looked like he had seen too much of life and decided to mock it. His wrinkled face carried an eternal smirk, and his mismatched socks hinted at a man who refused to conform even to footwear norms.
“Ah, another lost soul,” he mused, flipping through an ancient book. “What brings you here? Searching for the meaning of life?”
“Yes,” Zeen admitted.
“Too bad. Life doesn’t have one. Next question?”
Zeen gawked. “What? That’s it? No deep explanation?”
Lauzer grinned. “Meaning is what you assign to it. And if you want to be a philosopher, stop worrying about your dad’s money and start living like someone who actually thinks.”
And just like that, Zeen had found her mentor.Under Lauzer’s guidance, Zeen’s education transformed from failing tests to performing absurd philosophical experiments.She sat in a café for five hours staring at a muffin to analyze its “existential purpose.” She wrote an essay on why grades were a “tyrannical construct” (which her teacher gave a zero while ironically proving her point). Urgh. She debated a street musician about whether music was real or just organized noise. Then came her first true challenge: convincing her family! she wasn’t insane...but a little bit she had to be!
A future philosopher without insanity? Nah!
Zeen had three allies in this intellectual war: Janis, her childhood friend, who believed in her dream but also believed in sending her memes of baby goats at 3 AM. Jade, her cousin, who secretly admired Zeen’s rebellion but publicly called her "a disaster with too much eyeliner." Nicholas, a classmate who had perfected the art of looking uninterested while secretly caring a lot.
“I just don’t get it,” Nicholas said one day. “Why philosophy?”
“Because the world is messed up, and people are too busy pretending it makes sense!" Zeen replied.
He considered this. “Okay. But do you have a plan?”
Zeen ofcourse did not have one.
One evening, her father called for "The Talk." (Serious!)
“Zeen,” he began, rubbing his temples, “I have arranged for you to intern at our company. You need structure.”
“I need chaos,” Zeen corrected.
“You need money.” he argued
“I have money.” - zeen
“You need our money.” - the father
“That is technically true.” - Zeen
Her mother sighed. “What will make you reconsider?” Zeen took a deep breath. “If I can write something, something that proves I’m not just throwing my life away, will you let me pursue it?”
Her father thought. “Fine. But it better be good!!"
Still unsatisfied yet as a father he didn't want to see his daughter suffer so he agreed. Zeen know it and for months, she locked herself in her room, fueled by coffee and the dramatic soundtrack of life itself. She wrote about how society feared uncertainty, how education didn’t always mean intelligence, and how sometimes the people who questioned everything were the only ones truly awake. Her book, "The Philosophy of Not Knowing", was filled with humor, sarcasm, and just enough wisdom to make people uncomfortable.
Then, one morning, she found an email. It was from a major publishing house.
They wanted her book.
Her father read the email twice. “Are they… paying you?” “Yes.”
He looked impressed. “A lot?”
“Enough.”
A pause. Then, a reluctant nod. “Fine. Do your thinking thing.”
And just like that, Zeen had won!!!
She wasn’t the smartest student. She wasn’t the most disciplined. But she was the girl who refused to follow the path carved out for her.
And in the end, she didn’t just chase her dream but she redefined what success meant on her own terms.
People.. can dream as much, but finding the right push will make us persue it, not all dreamers become what they dream of, not all toppers become wise, it is in the correct choice of the people you get along and your willpower to reach any extends to persue your dream! There's no such intrest or a goal that is worthless or a waste of time until properly executed!
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