He felt miserable. He had felt so for a few weeks. That evening, he felt worse than earlier and so he did what he thought the hero of his movie should do. He got into his car and started driving. He did not have anywhere to go. So, he went wherever the traffic took him. At some point, his car decided to get onto a highway. The car continued its journey south over the crowded highway. It left the city. The tall buildings gave way for smaller ones. The car continued its journey oblivious of its occupant.
At some point, he decided to get off the road. The trucks blocking his way got through his misery to his nerves. The car turned left and ran through a lonely two tracked village road. Trees lined the road on either side and if not for the tar on the road one would have expected to see a Pallava prince trotting down the road on his horse. The disappearance of the trucks had brought back his misery and he did not notice the beauty of his surroundings.
Slowly but steadily the road turned skywards. It went up little by little and at times it twisted and turned. His eyes were focussed on the road and his hands and legs did their respective functions precisely. They knew they could not depend on his distracted brain. The lefts were taken deftly and the rights respectfully. A few kilometres later his eye widened dangerously and let out a scream. His brain came back to life and shouted "brake". His right foot promptly moved from the accelerator pedal to the brake and pressed it forcefully. His left foot followed suit and pressed the clutch desperately. His palms gripped the steering wheel desperately. His miserable brain had overreacted. Such a reaction was unnecessary for the car came to a screeching halt four and a half metres from the wall.
He got off the car and sat on the parapet wall looking at the sun waving goodbye to the blue sky. He noticed an airplane in the sky. The moon had started appearing on the dark side of the sky. He sat there oblivious of the passing of time. Darkness descended and, in the distance, he could hear Dave approaching him while playing his guitar. Dave stood beside him and started playing the licks of a familiar song. In a few minutes, Roger joined him and they started singing ...
We don't need to educate you.
We don't need to have you taught
Only dark chasms in the classroom
Teachers teach the kids on phone
Hey, teachers teach the kids on phone
All in all, it's just another class on the call
All in all, you're just another voice in the call
We don't need to educate you.
We don't need to have you taught
Only dark chasms in the classroom
Teachers teach the kids on phone
Hey, teachers teach the kids on phone
All in all, it's just another class on the call
All in all, you're just another voice in the call
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