Chapter 2 -The Real world of John

Tiptoeing carefully back to the closet, john stood there shaking his head. His whole wardrobe consisted of school uniforms. After dressing,John sat down at the table, and eagerly waited for his parents to wake up.they would be proud to have such a Son. After all, had he not finished at the top of his class?Both of his parents had seen the little notes that John had posted around the apartment, in the hope that they would attend his graduation. Neither one had said anything about it, so john hoped that maybe they intended to surprise him by coming after all. In vain, had he searched for them among the crowds of happy students and proud parents. As a faithful dog sits at his master's feet, hoping for a pat of affection, John now waited for his parents, hoping against hope, for some sign of their approval.

"JOhn!" his fathers sudden burst of voice made him jump. "WAKE UP JOHN !!! u r schools reopenin today,u gotta be der right ontime for the assenbly right ? Getup now, before your mom finds out!" snapped Mr.Wilson.Comin back to the real life john underestood its all jus a Dream,like a flower tat lost its pleasingly sweet olfactory property John face was lookin 

disappointed with tears welling up inside, john silently bowed his head ,got ready stood infront of da Mirror which Mrs.LAwrence gifted Him and said "I am dressed for school," He reasoned to himself, "i just forgot i m still a 9th std school" It was June 8th 2000 the first day of his adademic year,Moteover this day is filled with of an extra surprise coz,he was admitted new to this school,before which he was studyin in some other school named "S2 Senior Secondary School".

Mr.Wilson went about eating the food Mrs.Sandra Wilson had prepared.soon John Joined the table hed his Breakfast & left quietly. The hot tears fell fast and thick, but no one noticed the small Guy crying silently as he walked down the crowded street.He headed towards the New School where he was admitted and spent his first day chatting with his own self.

haha days vaporised,weeks vanished ..John became familiar with his class mates...Since it is an Anglo Indian school, john couldnt compete with his teachers..he struggled hard,But since John look very much like a studious guy every one in his class started moving close to his Especially the top rank Guys...

John had a terrible life in his earlier schooling,he was insulted by his teachers,assailed by his own friends,even though John wanted to lash out them he couldnt Bcozhe is not gud at it.he cant even understand wat others say Becoz he is tat much poor in his grammar and Vocabulary.when he was in 6th standard ,one day during his class hours he was found playing "BOOK CRICKET"(a stupid game where scores are calculated depending on the page number he opens,score totally depends on luck) on cin tat his science teacher asked him "R u MAD",without knowing the meaning of tat john proudly said "yes i'm",thinking tat Mad means some famous cricketer,whom i m tryin to be" hehe hahahha!!!!!!!the whole class started laughing,then only john understood it was something ,fro which the answer should be "NO"...hence John didnt want the same happen here again,so he endeavored to atleast pass in all subjects..

                                                                             ..........TO BE CONTINUED............

JOURNEY OF LIFE- CHAPTER 1-DAY DREAMZ

A hot Indian sun shone through the white curtains of John's bedroom. He turned over in bed, ignoring the sun's call to wake up. Not to be ignored, it shone into a mirror standing on the right side of John's futon, reflecting a bright glare onto his sleepy eyes. 

"Okay, I'm awake," he said groggily, sitting up. Satisfied with his acknowledgement of the new day, the sun dispersed it's reflection, leaving john to rub his stunned eyes. Though he wanted to move the mirror, the glare served as a useful alarm clock. Sitting up in bed, He began brushing his black hair in the small mirror, talking to the reflection as to a familiar friend. "Did you enjoy my graduation?" Not waiting for a reply, He continued, "I'm so glad you could come! My parents meant to be there, but something came up. I'm sure they would have come, if they could." His face fell a little, but brightened upon the next thought, "Mrs.Lawrence, our teacher, called us 'Gentleman' at the ceremony yesterday. She never called us that before," john added quickly, as if Mrs.Lawrence address to her students was proof enough of his Manhood. John picked up his diploma, and read it again, savoring every word.

The Madison University hereby certifies that John has fulfilled the requirements needed to graduate. 

John has honored his Dept HOD, Mrs. Lawrence, by finishing first in his class.

He ran his finger along it's edges lovingly, for this small piece of paper represented long hours of tedious work. A satisfied smile parted his lips. "They will be proud of me now." 

John's bedroom was not actually a room at all. Wooden partitions fenced off a small square of space from a larger room, making up three of his walls. The bedroom was just big enough to comfortably accommodate a futon and a small mirror given to him by Mrs.Lawrence ,the partitions stood up against the wall, encircling the only window in the small apartment. JOhn loved to set his room up around this window, for at night, he would stare dreamily out and imagine himself strolling through a Indian garden, inhaling the fragrant honey of the nearby flowers. He would keep this picture in his heart as he slept, and would dream of it as a baby craving for it's mother. A peaceful smile would often creep across John's face, making him look beautiful and serene. What a pity that his parents never noticed this nightly transformation!

John carefully folded up his partitions, taking care to do it quietly. His parents slept in a partitioned room against the opposite wall.

Quietly, he put away the futon and placed his mirror on the window's ledge. John tiptoed to the kitchen, and knelt next to a small stove with one burner. It stood solemnly beside a tiny refrigerator that sat on the Redoxide floor. Unstacking some containers in the corner, he pulled out a refil of coffee powder. John measured table spoon's of the coffee powder, carefully put it into the traditional filter which was kept beneath kitchen sink.He quietly set the vessel of milk on the burner, and turned on the fire. He then went to the closet, and slid open the thin wooden door. Behind the clothes, John pulled out a small table, about a foot tall. Placing it in the middle of the room,He arranged the bowls and coffee things on it.

......to be continued................!...........

We have MORE or.... LESS...???

The Paradox of our times is that

We have Taller buildings,but shorter tempers

Wide freeways,but narrower view points

We spend more but have less

We buy more,but enjoy less

We have bigger house and smaller families.

We have more degrees but less sense

More knowledge but less judgment

More experts yet more problems

More medicine but less gud health

We have multiplied our possessions,but reduced our values.

We talk too much,love too seldom and hate too often.

We have learned how to make a living but not a Life.

We have conquired outer spaces but not inner space.

We have done larger things but never better things

We write more,but accomplish less

We have learned to Rush,but not to Wait

so,

Lets give time

To speak,

To share.

&

To love.

With love,

Sathya Narayanan