HE has taken my bird and my bush.

Realisation slapped me on the face. I felt pity on my sorry face. The face which I can barely make out on the bathroom mirror. As I pour some more water over my sleepy eyes, the clock strikes 4. The hour when even the president of the country is being rocked by the cradles of sleep.

I remember people telling me that 10th was hectic. Now, my present state of affairs makes the word hectic worthy of being equated to something like a bed of roses. "Life is not a bed of roses", they say. Well all I can say is that people like BAS, FTA and Jony were defintely having more roses on their beds than me.

7 days a week. 5 of them are infected. 3 days having a tuiton each and 1 having two. The rest of the days (if they can be called days) seem to go like blurs. I feel abandoned.

Everyday I am confronted by my parents who stresses on the importance of some words like 'entrance', 'IIT', 'not studying', 'autorickshaw' etc. I reply with choicest of words and concepts that I developed after months of despair and misery. Speaking of all this, why the hell am I doing all this? Its the latest trend in town, that as soon as a child is born, his parents prepare for him, an advance admission into all the *Ks tuition centres. Jk, Kk,Pk,Ok... the list is never-ending.

I still remember my good buddy-cum-sponsor BAS inviting me to join the new Humanities stream in our school. And I...I made the biggest mistake ever. Am I destined to run after tuitions , spend sleepless nights, get into some college and live a normal, boring and effed life? No, I want to be famous. One day, I want the whole world shouting my name.

Damn all entrance coachings, damn all the .Ks , damn the alarm clock, damn everything. Take me back to my 8th standard classroom. I want to relive those magical days.
Inspire and Enlighten me O' Lord!