well honestly i have nothing to write.........but i am unable to sleep.i have no answer to what perturbs me,whether it is the twelve year old girl who died after being beaten by her mother just because she wanted to attend school or my apprehensions about next year or that cute guy- in- yellow i saw.......

i should rather get down to describing something.it's easier to accomplish than to think of something original.lets take this guy who studies with me. he's a small,fat guy whose beard has just seen the daylight  and he wears sort of clothes which have been buried in ancient closets by fashion-savvy guys.he brings a home-sewn "jhola" instead of a bag with two pens - one with a red cap and one without any - tucked in the upper left pocket of his shirt

kids around me have deduced a number of things about him.his swagger seems arrogant,his aloofness signifies ego and his whole attire speaks of his "standard"

but somehow............i am not able to bring myself to agree with them.i find his swagger jittery,his aloofness reminds me of the calm uneasiness i felt when i went to a new school and his clothes,his home-sewn jhola........they all symbolize expectations to me.........expectations of a mother who still cooks chapatis on an earthen stove and lives the dream of her son becoming a 'bada aadmi'.........expectations of a father who's a daily wager at the nearby construction site nourishing the dream to own a 'pukka ghar ' once his son gets a good job........

"you are wierd,"my friends say,"how come he pay such a hefty sum then,to get into the institute ?he is never regular,barely cares about what is taught and never answers any of the questions put up in the class.had he been so poor wouldn't he have cared about the dreams and money of his parents ?"

i have no answer.....their queries are so...so rational.

but a little bit of imagination here and there brings no harm.....does it ????