Hey readers,
So the fool sat down on the side of a busy road, waiting for a bus to show-up, wondered long and hard at the events of his life as it sprang ahead, as fleetingly as the cars went by.
Order, the word order has been something that has dictated all his life, cant remember his life without the order of school introduced in his life.
He couldnt conjure up the memories that he might have had as a child but, later when he switched to primary school he was subjected to this routine of getting up by 6:15am and leaving by 7 for school, coming back by 2:00pm and running off to tuition by 3:30pm and so on. the order kept changing though during the course of his lifetimes. it was like he was running a relay race with baton of time at hand. Each relay he completed, he emerged better than the last one, with that order setting-in in his lifestyle.
Part One,
the fool got up early, so his brother can have the convenience of a longer sleep (honestly It escapes me that what the fuck could 15 minutes do). Alas, he was too imbecile to question that dominating figure. He went to school like any other kid, stood in the prayer line at the one arms length while the music teacher at the stage sang the prayer for us to repeat.
Part One and a Half
this was another institution, college. he got up really early, at 7 am and almost dubious about whether he should take a bath or not, was seen gathering the cardboard models that lay everywhere. It was another submission day today, teacher had asked for another 7 models and it was hellish, knowing that he wont return before 5 pm and would have to get back to work on the next day's submission. This went on for a year and as the result was out, so was the fool.
Part Two
this time things were a little out of order as he had time at hand, the routine he had been following for a year was rendered in vain, he was not required to wake up early and no need to work the rest of the day but he kept up for sometime while he engaged in various activities in his new world, a tad grievingly for he had left a good part behind and never got to have his closure neverthless, change he said was inevitable. He settled in on his new order of living, and got lazier too. Made new friends, and then nothing more and now he seems to be ending another lap.
Part Three
writing.....
So the fool sat down on the side of a busy road, waiting for a bus to show-up, wondered long and hard at the events of his life as it sprang ahead, as fleetingly as the cars went by.
Order, the word order has been something that has dictated all his life, cant remember his life without the order of school introduced in his life.
He couldnt conjure up the memories that he might have had as a child but, later when he switched to primary school he was subjected to this routine of getting up by 6:15am and leaving by 7 for school, coming back by 2:00pm and running off to tuition by 3:30pm and so on. the order kept changing though during the course of his lifetimes. it was like he was running a relay race with baton of time at hand. Each relay he completed, he emerged better than the last one, with that order setting-in in his lifestyle.
Part One,
the fool got up early, so his brother can have the convenience of a longer sleep (honestly It escapes me that what the fuck could 15 minutes do). Alas, he was too imbecile to question that dominating figure. He went to school like any other kid, stood in the prayer line at the one arms length while the music teacher at the stage sang the prayer for us to repeat.
Part One and a Half
this was another institution, college. he got up really early, at 7 am and almost dubious about whether he should take a bath or not, was seen gathering the cardboard models that lay everywhere. It was another submission day today, teacher had asked for another 7 models and it was hellish, knowing that he wont return before 5 pm and would have to get back to work on the next day's submission. This went on for a year and as the result was out, so was the fool.
Part Two
this time things were a little out of order as he had time at hand, the routine he had been following for a year was rendered in vain, he was not required to wake up early and no need to work the rest of the day but he kept up for sometime while he engaged in various activities in his new world, a tad grievingly for he had left a good part behind and never got to have his closure neverthless, change he said was inevitable. He settled in on his new order of living, and got lazier too. Made new friends, and then nothing more and now he seems to be ending another lap.
Part Three
writing.....
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