Once upon a time...

Once upon a time, there was a little boy. So far that he remembered, he had always been little. Everyone was good to him. Well, almost everyone, except for that little nasty boy of the neighbour's...who once took the bat from him forcefully while it was rightfully his turn to play the ball. He cried a lot that day. But he had a loving mother, who always taught him how he has to accept that facts. That neighbour's boy was large and more powerful than he was, so he had to just ignore him. But he never took a word of it. He thought, he could be smart and make this boy pay. It is always the good people who win in the end. Ofcourse. His Moral Science book said that. He was good at studies, chubby little boy of ours. And oh, his name was John. Just an ordinary boy, who thought world is essentially a good place to live in. Else, why would have God put him there? There are a few miscreants here and there, but they will eventually learn. He will make them learn. And he was happy. He looked forward to gully cricket after his homework. He was quick in doing it. After the cricket, he would come home, have his glass of milk, talk to his parents and sibling, watch television and then go off to sleep for next day's school. He had very nice friends at school. They played with him, ate with him. Oh, life was so much fun. He never had any major tensions in his life. Just homework and studies, but that was OK, he thought. He was good at it. He also loved his stamps collection and his badminton racquet. He became quite a good player actually. Things could not have been better. But then, he started growing up. He started watching the world in different perspectives. As if, someone had put glasses on his eyes. He read about wars, the world, how things don't happen the way it was written in his books. He could not deal with it. He started to prod more. It was like a rude shock to him. He never knew the world was so different than he thought. Ofcourse, there must be a mistake there. All that could not be true. He was determined to find his answers. He is old now. Ofcourse not old as in walking with a stick without teeth in his mouth, but old enough to realize that world is the way it is. he is still searching for his answers...poor little John.