Rumble and Mumble

( DISCLAIMER: A flurry of unpredictable, unfathomable and insanely ridiculous occurrences have inspired me to write this insanely nonsensical post. This does not in any way reflect upon either my intelligence or any crackhead who actually makes the effort of reading this )

PART 1: An omnibus of failures.
Chapter 1 : As a kid

Why the hell do I have to go to school? Why do I have to be seated in a 500 square feet classroom ( that is what they call prison for kids) for numerous hours listening to these Modern Day Hitlers posing as teachers ? What does it matter if "A" comes after or before "B" ? Why memorize these alphabets when I can enjoy playing with my toys? The only good thing about education is that they teach you how to count. I am good at counting toys and my birthday presents. Oh God!! I have got two presents less than last year. Shit! Even that idiot SONU, who lives in that red house got more gifts than me. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr! And that stupid looking MONU has a pet dog! Why can't I have a pet dog? Papa brought so many toys for me. But I end up breaking all of them. Why do all my toys get broken? I wish I could grow up soon, so I can buy toys for myself.

Chapter 2: As a teen

This word "education" has ruined my life, pestering me ever since I was a kid. Why do Mamma and Papa always keep telling me to study? Why are marks so important? Does the probability of being liked by others increase with your marks? DeeDee scores good marks, that is why everyone likes her so much. Nobody understands me. Teachers punish me without any reason. Mamma and Papa love DeeDee more. All my friends forget me during exams. They all get so busy mugging up books. "Books are your best friend." I too love reading books. Why does it matter if they are story books instead of course books. I don't want to be like my other classmates. All those bookworms. Stooges of teachers! They only remember me when they need an additional player for their football team. Okay I'm not too good at football. To be honest I suck at it. That doesn't mean I have to be the goalkeeper all the time. How am I supposed to get better unless I keep playing it? They think knowing a few fancy names like MANCHESTER UTD, REAL MADRID, ARSENAL, etc and a few strange words like dribble and shoot etc makes them an expert footballer. No problem, none of those hair brained r****ls can beat me at chess. Not even those nerds at school can! And very few of them are good at computer games. I am better than them and that is what makes them jealous. Why do people have to judge you by your marks? I am not a high scorer that doesn't mean I am unintelligent. I have a very sharp brain and a photographic memory. I'll prove it to all of them who mock me now. Someday when I have an opportunity.

Chapter 3: As a "Grown-up"

I use the word grown-up because use of the word "adult" may be misinterpreted. Funny how being "Grown-up" changes one's perspective. It fills you with regret and remorse. How I wish I could UN-GROW myself! It was fun being a kid pampered and loved by mamma and papa. And of course my darling deedee. It was fun playing football with friends even though none of us knew how to play. It was fun arguing with deedee about which one of us was loved more by mamma and papa. All those toys, all those books. I could get anything I wanted. All I had to do was ask for it. Even though I scored low marks, mamma and papa always encouraged me. They always said" You have a sharp brain. Use it for something creative." I wish I had taken their advice. As a teen I had really good friends. We all had our disagreements but at least we enjoyed being with each other. And allowed each other to copy homework. Now all around me I am surrounded by people pretending to be someone else. False faces. That is what I see all around me. I shouldn't have neglected my good friends. I should have valued them . I always believed I'd prove someday that I am a capable person. Someday when I have the opportunity. Opportunity after opportunity kept knocking at the door, but I always neglected them . There will be more. And now that there are none I wish I had taken at least one of the opportunities presented to me. Bloody hell!! I should have done a lot of things!! Maybe that is why, I am all alone today. Maybe that is why I feel like a total failure. Why can't I do whatever I want? Why am I a slave of circumstances? Why?

PART 2: A compendium of successes

Chapter 1 : A time for introspection

If I sounded like a misanthrope in PART 1, please forgive me. Part 1 was about fault finding in others. Blame Game! Now my Spirit has regained its sense of freedom and the optimist inside me is beating the shit out the pessimist who scripted PART 1. Now lets move on to the success story. The high points of my life. My family, which has always supported me. My mamma and papa who have always loved me, much more than I ever acknowledged. My deedee who has always been there for me at all times. And last but not the least my friends, who irritate me so much that I want to wring their neck. Yet they are always there in times of need. I am lucky to have such wonderful people around me.

Chapter 2: A tale of redemption
I have ran out of words. Don't know what to write here. To be honest I haven't redeemed myself yet. So there is nothing to write in the further chapters. This is the end of PART, 2 but not the end of the tale. There is still a success story to be written.