I was slowly, steadily walking into the lane of creating something big — something dangerous — from this small world of mine called Luxe Drive. I was putting my mind through hell, forcing myself to blog day after day, giving everything I had. And still… no reaction. No validation. I felt broken. I was sad.
What do you expect from a guy who gives it all to his work, no matter what people say? But then… something really bad happened. Something that crushed me.
Most of you already know — my father wants a traditional path for me. School. College. A job. Work till 60. Buy a house. Then die. And I’m not disrespecting him — I’m just saying, that’s his mentality.
But me? I want to be an entrepreneur. That’s why I started blogging. I wanted fame, respect, money, and a name that I could build on my own. I had a purpose. I was doing everything as a one-man army. And I was good. Focused. Unstoppable.
Until that one disastrous moment hit me… which I’ll talk about in the next paragraph.
The Disrespect That Cut Deeper Than Words
Then something happened… Something that reminded me of how people still say, “Guys don’t have feelings” or “They don’t care.” If I met the person who said that, I swear I’d slap sense into them. Because if you’ve ever put your soul into something — into your art, your dream — you know how badly it hurts when no one understands it.
I still remember that day. I was just sitting quietly, tired, drained — and my father asked me: “How much money have you earned from blogging?”
For others, that might sound like a normal question. But for someone who pours his everything into his passion, it’s pure disrespect. It felt like someone crushed my soul, my hard work, my identity.
And from that point, it got worse. I was mentally exhausted. People — even my family — started saying, “What you’re doing is a complete waste.”
And trust me… people say breakups hurt the most. But this? This hurts way more. If you’re an artist, a dreamer, a creator, you’ll feel what I’m saying.
I stayed silent. Like most guys do. And slowly, I started feeling like my own family was turning on me, thinking I was being arrogant, disrespectful, and lost. I even started losing my faith in God.
At one point… I was just a lonely guy with two thoughts: “Should I end my blogging journey?” Or worse… “Should I end it all?”
And then… The most disastrous thing happened.
They Tried to End My Dream: It Almost Worked
Most people will read this and ask, “Wait, how can a teen have this many problems?” But bro — this is India. Where love from parents often depends on marksheets, test scores, and blind tradition.
After school, you’re expected to pick from just three career paths: Engineering. Medicine. Law. Say “I’m a blogger”, and it’s like putting red chilli straight into their mouths. They’ll spit it out. They won’t even try to understand.
My father didn’t just get angry — he completely banned me from blogging.
Why? Because he believes you need 3–4 backup plans. But me? I have no Plan B. Blogging isn’t a hobby. It’s my only shot, my identity, my everything.
And here’s what makes it even harder to say out loud. But there’s no cake. No joy. No celebration. Just this pain. Just this fire in my chest. Just the pressure to quit. And a small voice in my heart whispers: “Please let me keep doing what I love.”
That week without blogging broke me. I barely ate. I barely spoke.
People say breakups hurt, but this pain was worse. It wasn’t about a person. It was about losing myself. Luxe Drive isn’t just a website — it’s my family. My brother. My voice.
Call me mental — I don’t care. That blog saved me more times than anyone ever has.
And just when I thought it was all over, my parents gave me permission again — a green signal to rise from the ashes.
So yeah... Today is my birthday. And this year, I didn’t get a party. I got war. But I survived. I made $30 from promotional articles. I’m back. And I swear — this time, I’m never letting go of what’s mine.
Not Just Blogs Anymore — It’s Time for YouTube
And now… the next chapter begins. I’m launching a YouTube channel: TheLuxeDriveOfficial. From this Monday, I’ll post one car story per week — in my own voice. Subscribe. Share. Support.
For the Artists, the Dreamers, the Misunderstood
I never wrote any blog — not this one, not the ones before — for sympathy.
I wrote because I know there are thousands of artists out there being judged, broken, and disrespected. Maybe by their own friends. Maybe by their family. Maybe by the world around them.
To every teen out there who dreams big, who wants to achieve, who’s meant to rule —
Don’t stop. Don’t quit. Don’t kill your spark.
You will rise. We all will. Not today? Maybe tomorrow. Or the day after. But one day, we’ll win, and we’ll rule the world.
If you relate to my journey, feel free to drop a comment and support Luxe Drive and my YouTube channel, launching Monday — TheLuxeDriveOfficial.
Bye for now.
Love you all — from Luxe Drive.</
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