if i were in his shoes..

Untitled Part 1

One day, back in the good old days, when I was eleven and the world was full of every imaginable kind of magnificence, and life was still a delightful and mysterious dream, I woke up with a severe headache. The cause of the headache, quite evidently, was the two cones of ice cream that I had had the previous day, despite my mother's warning. She didn't understand!! It was absolutely necessary. The heat had been unbearable for the last few days and the new flavors were simply delicious. I couldn't possibly have missed them. Moreover, all my friends had already tried those flavors. I had to keep up. But the headache was irritating.

"You're going to be late for school.", Cooed my alarm clock of a mother.

"I'm awake." I managed to mutter while burying my face deeper into the pillow.

And since fifteen minutes later I was still in bed, mom came around. " I thought you were awake."

I shouldn't have had those ice creams. But it wasn't my fault! Why didn't mom stop me? So what if I didn't listen to her the first time? She should have stopped me anyway! It was her fault, not mine.

" I won't pay the fine if you're late to school!", she shouted.

" Oh! Why do you have to shout so much ? I am getting out of bed can't you see?" she doesn't know how hard it is to get up so early!

The exchange that followed was not much of a melody. But then, it was her fault! She deserved it.

These slightly-high-amplitude conversations had become an unavoidable part of life. Life had become miserable too. Mother would keep on shouting and shouting without any valid reason. I didn't understand what she wanted! Did she want me to sit with my face buried in a book the whole day?

Well if she did, her wish would never be fulfilled . It was an impossible task. It was inhuman. Moreover, it was needless. I already ranked first. I was unbeatable. What else did she want me to do?

Her demands were becoming more and more non-negotiable everyday. In the next few months, it crossed the limit. She would not give me day- offs. Two hours of studies everyday after the tiring school hours was simply overburdening . This tyranny had to end.

So, one day, I cried and I cried and I threw stuff around and succeeded in making a horrible condition of my face and also in making mother come to an agreement. She would not yell at me for studying. She wanted good grades, so that's all she needs to be bothered about. How I get those grades is totally my problem.

Deal was set.

Next morning at school, instead of 'good morning's and 'hello's , the only thing I heard was " what happened to your face?" I repeated the sad story every time. I told my friends about the torture I had to tolerate , how my patience had grown weary and how I could not take it anymore and finally revolted.

I liked all the attention.