A day in the life of a 8 year oldI have to wake up very early in the morning, brush my teeth, have a bath,
Then quickly gobble up my cereals and gulp down my glass of milk,
I quietly have to listen to the harsh 'I said so' and 'I told you from my parents'.
Quickly, I have to check my tie, belt, shoes and then with a silent prayer to Lord Hanuman,
I lift up my mountain load of books in a school bag and then run so that I don't miss the school van.
At schoool, I get teacher after teacher who does not have a consideration for my poor brain
but cram lesson after lesson in the class and I write page after page without knowing the meaning of it. I dare not ask because I'll get shouted at.
Even at lunch time we are not left alone, we are under the watchful eyes of the lunch monitor, who will check our lunch boxes of the things we love, crisps,noodles, chocolates.
Then, the afternoon goes off in sleepy attention followed by a period a physical training in a place that is smaller than our hall at our homes.
We say quick goodbyes and come back home not knowing the harm that the polluted air causes to our growing lungs and body.
After a quick snack we should unwind, laugh and play but this does not happen
Our evenings are even more busier a class at tennis or karate and then
special classes so that I can score better and become a good boy.
When i feel sleepy, mother gently pushes a pile of books and then I realize that there's a lot of homework to do
By the time I finish my homework, it's late for dinner and I quickly eat whatever is on the plate and go to sleep
With my quilt over my head, I think, what did I love today, sadly nothing much, I can count the days I have spoken joyfully to my father or mother, I can count the smiles I had today with friends, I can count the days I've played freely in the park or garden.
I pray before sleeping. Oh God! let tomorrow be better, At least I can hope.
But no one answered my simple question. Do I deserve this?