Ever since he was a boy he believed that he was destined to do great things. A national level tropy in chess, best programmer of the school award,(mind you he was still in class 9) awards felicitating creative thinking and scientific acumen, he had no reason to think otherwise.
Fathers transfer, shady school and things changes. The boy was taken aback philosophy of those around him in this new environ. In this new land, new ideas were frowned upon and questioning despised. Worshipped were those who knew all the Q&A by heart in some guide. Philosophy wasn’t what the likes of Shakespeare thought, it was what the teacher said, you like it or not. Creativity was a wasteful endeavor, marks you had to get, you were reminded with constant valor.
The boy was confused, he knew something was wrong. He didn’t like the system , but he decided to tug along.
Then school ended not for better, but for worse. With college came the same old plight. Whilst his friend in other countries were teaching robots how to think, he was kept busy maroing ratta day and night. The boy wanted to break free, probably its college he thought, he studied with alacrity, gave the entrances again hoping “this time” ill get a college which is right.
The college he got was again the same, all that changed was that it had a different name.
The boys is still there, so are his dreams
This story doesn’t end here…………………… ending agar theek na ho to woh 'the end' nahin, picture abhi baki hain mere dost, picture abhi baki hain." (Om Shanti Om, 2007)
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