It was 3 am in the morning when a thought crossed Krish's mind.It was not always that he invoked his thinking nerves to work and answer his queries coz he was not TRAINED to do so.He worked on his own system's instruction manual which didn't permit him to THINK.
I am talking about krish mukherjee,a 21 yr old boy who dreamed of becoming a pilot when he was 3 yrs old.At the age of 6 he wanted to be a hockey player.When he grew up to be a teenager,he was fascinated towards journalism and on his 17th birthday he faded away when his parents sealed his fate.They wanted him to be an ENGINEER.
That night he took a piece of paper and started jotting down something.For the first 15 minutes he doodled with the pen and at last he gave up.He was thinking about his achievements and he could find none.Suddenly his sub conscious appeared from nowhere and took him to his yester years.
It was the first day of his school.His mother was waving her hands and saying him ‘‘bye son,u will be fine there’’ but wait,krish was interpreting something else ‘‘good bye u rascal,u have troubled me enough.NOW itz my turn to set the score even’’.He had a small tear drop rolling down his cheeks which he couldn’t even manage to wipe out with his small hands.He scrambled to do so.Slowly,Days passed by,and he grew familiar with the place.He was settling down well in this new environment when a tsunami hit him again.The class teacher was giving away the report cards and his name was called to take his.He took it,but his little brain couldn’t make out what was written on it.He went back to his mother and gave it to her.His mother took it,had a look at it and told him that he stood 24th in a class of 40.He had scored 391/400.THIS WAS NOT AN ACHIEVEMENT.This was the day that our little krish realised that numbers were not a substitute for the barter system.
TO BE CONTINUED………….
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It was well past 4 o clock in the morning when the BAHADUR of his colony went whistling.This brought our working class hero back to reality again.He cursed the nepali(I am not being racist) and saved a few rare cuss words for him.He had not found enough thoughts to ink it down.Thoroughly dejected our hero put down his pen and went back to his bed.He gave up the idea of discovering his hidden accomplishments and saved it for the next day.
Our hero’s daily routine was the most obvious and uncontrolably monotonous.He would get up at 8am, have his cup of tea,scan the newspaper for some sleazy celeb gossips and round it up with the sports news at 11 in an ENTERTAINMENT channel for the sake of finding out which crickter is dating which girl in the country,which tennis player had a !\!!pslip,which soccer player was found leaving an escort’s place in the weehours of the morning etc etc(if ur really looking for some quality entertainment then try NEWS channels.It really works).He had completed his engg 2 months back and was waiting to join a jester’s job at an american firm where he had to mindlessly vomit codes which didn’t really mattered to him.He had a good 6 months break which gave him ample time for this kind of bullshit eg.self-realisation,you reap what you sow(KARMA) etc etc which were mere words for him,which he used to impress the holy saints in his territory.
He woke up the next morning,and without even speaking a word went back to the same place where he had started this ‘what are my achievements’ horse shit.He again picked up the pen and again went back to recalling all the significant memories that he thought were important to write at least a single sentence in that piece of paper.He went back into his memories and tried to find one out.One particular incident came to his mind.He was in the 4th grade then.His maths test results were out and he had scored a 95 out of 100 but wait why was our young lad Krish not happy with it then.Our hero tried to recollect all the events and soon something came to his notice.17 students had scored a perfect 100,35 out of 40 students in the class had a 95+ score and the rest were in the upper half of the 90’s club.He asked himself “IS THIS AN ACHIEVEMENT?” and his conscience replied within a fraction of seconds “NO U PRODUCT OF A FAILED CONTRACEPTIVE,this is not a achieve’fucking’ment” .Disheartened, our hero got up from his chair and went away to finish his daily chores.
to be continued
the next post on 10th july
