The Irony of Life(Chapter 2)

The school was huge, in general terms, it was a big a** school. It had around 2000 students, in only 9 grades. There were 3 playgrounds, each bigger than the previous one, and the smallest one was about 3 times the area of your average big park. The only downside to the school, everything was miles apart, the classrooms were at least a kilometer away from the boarding area, the dining hall, felt like as if it was thousands of miles away, kids joining in the 5^th standard who looked like Walter Hudson, looked like a yoga master by the end of the year. On top of that the PT teachers were so strict, they looked like as if they would swallow you up whole the moment you asked for a water break.

The PT sessions used to occur at 5 am in the morning every day, except for Sunday(Thank God), the sessions used to be extremely grueling, they used to make the kids trek ALL the way up the slopes and down after the PT sessions for fitness’ sake, it felt more like as if they were taking out their anger of their fights with their wife the previous night. The kids always had one question in mind,”Does he fight so much with his wife?”

The Irony of Life(Chapter 1)

Silence of the night, along the road, on the pavement, a group of friends was sitting, drinking and gossiping. It was a weekend and they were out on a holiday, an outing of some sorts. 4 people all drunk, shouting and cursing their lives.

“My life is ruined, nothing to look forward to, I’m jobless, hopeless, dad wants me to join the office, I want to be a singer. He thinks it will ruin the reputation of the family business,” said one.

“My mother wants me to marry now, but right now I want to be independent, do what I want, enjoy my life, I’m too young man,” said the other.

“You are right, tell your mother that, Hemant. Hope she will understand.” said Shivani.

“No, she won’t understand,” said Hemant.

“Let it all go to hell, let us just, enjoy right now, life is too short, we should spend our life doing what we want.” said Nupur.

Somewhere down the road the other guy saw someone walking towards them, his vision was blurred because he was dizzy of all the alcohol he had consumed, in their own terms, and he was wasted.

“Who is that?” said he.