When Is It Enough? Part 1

• Life is a rapid and fast paced journey through time.
• This seems like a sentence one would hear in our dear Logic class, (which by the way I'm being forced to take once more by my dear institute) but it sadly carries the world of truth behind it.
• There was a time once when we were barely conciuos of this world. We were happy to play with our toys, cry when hungry and sleep whenever we wsanted. Then came the time when our parents decided to send us all to that horrible place which we later came to know as "The Kindergarten."
• Each day we were waken up from our comfortable beds, we tried our best to plead our case in front of mommy and daddy and appeal to their better nature but it was all to no awail. Some of us were shipped like cargo to these places through cargo loaders aka mini vans while others were lucky enough to be driven their by their parents.
• As someone who was fortunate enough to be ddropped by his father to the "Terrible place" I know how dreadful it all felt when I stepped out from the comfort of the car into the "Real World." All the while thinking to myself what use could possibly come out of this. Why am I being forced to go to a place where all the teacher wants you to do is sit there and color stupid drawiings (which by the way I was never able to do. Somehow the color always went well past the borders fo the picture in consideration)
• But even though all this may have been a terrible ordeal for some, for many others it became the first time where we met some of the first friends of our entire life. Some of those lucky among us even hold these old friendships to this date. This was a time when we first experienced that "classroom culture", the "studious group which later came to be known as the nerds" or the "ones who had whatsoever no interest in whatever was put infront of them to look at or even consider putting any effort", some later became the soprty ones, some the cool kids and some well some just didn't fall into any group and were left out of the "Esteemed social circle of the dear old Kindergarten."
• For me this was probably the first time to see how a person looks like when he or she is bored. It was customary to see a boy looking completely blank and staring at a picture of a bear with brown color pencil in his hand and drool dripping all over him. Or maybe a girl who wants nothing more than to go back home and play with her toys but is being ruthlessly forced to stare endlessly at those mind boggling things we later learnt to call numbers and alphabets.
• This was also the first time for us to realize that there exists such a thing as competetion in this world. We have to compete in obtaining praise from the dear "Miss" (the title bestowed to our teachers) or we have to fight to be the one who gets all those goodies and prizes (usually a storybook or a coloring book) by coming first in the class.
• Slowly and gradually we all go through those first three years of Kindergarten and on various stages of this phase we realize "Man, I'm stuck with this for the rest of my life." We all probably knew this beforehand but Im sure none of us gave up hope that one day dear mommy and daddy would realize their own mistake and tell us "We don't want you going away from us to that jail each morning anymore" but alas those wishes never came true.
• What happened instead was that one day it was announced that now we were old enough to move into the next phase of terror and go to someplace called "school."
• Uptil now life had been full of colors, laughter, songs, games, and hours and hours of doing nothing in the classroom but just playing but now was the time to be someone else.

• What was that? No one could imagine? What would be the new horrors? Will it be better than this or will it be worse? Who knew?
• But that is a story for another time, another period...............................