Dreams or Reality....??

I woke up with a start. The dream had not been good. I could not remember what the dream was about. All I knew was that it did not feel good. However, my day had begun. I got up from my bed and checked my cell phone. 6.49 AM and no messages (Actually I first look for messages and then the time). I walked sleepily to the basin and brushed my teeth. I drank my cold, sugarless milk (I don't like it but my mom forgot to put sugar...) I went to the bathroom, hoping my sleep-walk would stop!! I stepped out of the bathroom, into the chilly morning, which had been caused by constant rain, throughout the night. One thing was sure, I was going to get wet while going to school.

I rode out of my building, already drenched in the furious rain. I got to school, safe sound and wet. It was a typical day at school. The day begun with the Sanskrit period, which was as usual spent in completing home-work(if anyone cared about it) and FUN!!! We were brutally brought back to reality by our strict and superb, Math-1 teacher. However, Algebra was easy, so it passed of smoothly as well. It was 9.00 AM, and our sleep had worn out. Next came Science-2, and with it came dozens of comments on the teacher as well as her favourite pet student... :P The teacher picked at Ted (name changed on request of anonymity) as the shouts of "GAY, GAY!!" gathered momentum (I guess you know who I am talking about). The next lecture was Marathi, which was torturous, not for the students, but for the teacher. (We are sorry for that..) The comments increased by the dozen and so did the teacher's frustration. The recess bell came as a relief to the teacher. She still had one more lecture to survive in X th A class. We came back from our break, but the situation remained the same. Jokes about the teacher's years in school etcetera started. We safely got through the irresistible temptation of dozing of to sleep. Next up was my one of my favourite subjects- History. That passed superbly and then was my best subject- English. I always did well in English, I don't know why though. English actually had something to learn. For me , it was the only subject in which the child's intelligence was tested. Perhaps, that is why it was my favourite subject. The last two periods were spent in the band-room, my stress busting room. Where we could all just get lost in music...

Our last two periods drifted through, and I prepared to go to my classes, directly from my school. As I cycled my way to Yogi Nagar, I suddenly began to hear Summer Of '69.

It was then I realized that I was only dreaming...! I shut the alarm off and checked the time. It was actually 8.19 AM, and I lazily woke up from my bed. No going immediately to brush my teeth. No wearing my beloved school uniform, with my exclusive tie and amplets. Those tie and amplets which gave me some status. In school, I was a noticed person. I had some respect, I was known, However, in this big, huge world, I am a no one. In my classes I am a no one.

I miss those days of school. I miss my uniform. In school, no one could ask me what company my uniform was from, and hence judge me. No one looked for the brand of my jeans, or the brand of my shoes. It just did not matter.

I miss school, where I could be known for something more than my academic progress. In this huge world, no one gives a damn about what my talents are, they just care about how I perform academically. I have no issues with that, as that is the world which exists, and which you have to accept.

I miss school, where I could make fun, crack jokes, pass comments and still not be judged as a joker or as a person who is not serious about his life. In the real world, if I have a good sense of humour, it means that I am also an unfocused man. This continues even though I perform well in studies.

I miss school, where I could tell everyone everything, and I could be assured of not being judged. Here, everyone is jumping to judge you, even on the clothes you wear.

School seemed reality when I was in school. However, slowly, as I set foot in the real world, I have begun to see that school is a dream and this world is the actual real world. Dreams are always better than reality, school is better than this world we all are going to set foot in.

It is said, that you must work hard to make your dreams into reality. However, I have a dream which cannot be brought to reality. Dreams with worldly things can be brought to reality. However, I have a dream that does not contain worldly pleasures. It contains things, feelings which cannot be brought back. Those feelings, that innocence is lost in childhood, lost forever.....

Out Of My Imagination.....

I looked out from my window, and found a child in my building. He is about 6 years old, and studies in my school. Now, finding a child play in my building is a rarity. My building is one of the boring ones, where everybody likes to play on their PlayStation and Xbox. So, even the ones who want to come to play, can't as they are subjected to extreme boredom.

That is why, finding Varun (or rather Babu, as his parents call him) roaming about in the building alone, was surprising. He was new to the building and was my neighbour. I was kind of short of work and so I decided to see what the boy would do.

He roamed about in the building compound for some time, and it was apparent to him that this building was not very happening. I got bored of studying him and I went inside. I returned after 5 minutes to see that he was sitting on my scooter. For him, the scooter became his world. He sat on the scooter, started it with the characteristic 'Brrrrrr' and shot of to fight criminals or aliens. He looked around, got down got a twig, and using that as a gun, began his journey to the crime site. He reached there in about 50 seconds, in his super fast, scooter and got down. Aware of the enemy, he stationed himself against a wall, and waited for the enemies to come, so that he could catch them off-guard. He picked off the enemies one by one and then reloaded his twig to face their boss. It was an intense battle, as he was shot by a bullet from the boss. But, that did not deter him, as he produced his surprise grenade (a big stone) and hurled it across at the big tree(which was the boss). Confident that he had killed his enemy, he blew the smoke off his gun, put it in his pocket and drove away to another world altogether.

He got down from his scooter and looked at a pile of gravel and stone. To him, that pile was quite high and it would take a lot of effort to reach to the top. However, he was aware that when he would reach the top, he would be satisfied about his mission which seemed to be the most difficult one he had undertaken till present day. It took him a lot of effort to get to the top. The height of the pile of stone, even though small for me, was daunting for him. He climbed up once, but had to come down again. He realized that this task would need a lot more force than the other tasks he performed during the day. So, he went back, took a longer run-up and tried again. Same results. Frustration was creeping in, but he did not want to give up. The climb to the top, was the only thing that was left for him to do, and it was the only thing that would pass some time. Determined even more, he took a longer run-up, ran up the pile and finally reached the top. He took in the overwhelming feeling of reaching his top of the world. He looked around with a satisfying expression, one that would be attained when you accomplish a goal. He stayed there for half hour, enjoying the breathtaking view and then returned to his house, ready to tell his uncle about his exploits and delighted at the face that it would surprise his uncle. And it surely did surprise him!!!

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P.P.S- Sorry for not posting for a month. Just couldn't get anything to write about.