A Scrape from a book

"Why is that past can always get into our present but we can never get into it. As an adult man he had never expected such failures and reversion in life. Are expectations merely a part of one's imagination?, or did he lake the courage to carry on?. Like everyone else he also had plans for the future and big ones but what has life really brought to him now?. A man sitting on a chair trying hard to finish his breakfast, while a piece of paper has brought out the bitter part of him in a more palatable manner than a cup of Darjeeling. And what he really has for himself is "good food three times a day and an adequate or rather an affordable place to live"  and also that "he has no right to object on whatsoever" because every mediocre person ends up, unconsciously believing and tied up to a transitional truth that you cant change the way things go if they have changed you. But no one ever tries to examine that invisible rope which might have hundreds of turns around you,tied up through the time, but actually is so frail. Every step he had taken in the past has brought him nothing, absolutely nothing. what he really has to accept right now is the act of abandoning his will, and have the punishment of this crime against his life."

Cruel parents

When I was a child, in my teenage, I didn't like to go to school and I had a very good number of absences from my classes every year.But it did no harm to my studies and i always found it easy to get pass through the exams.While the hard part of it was to convince my parents to let me stay in my home sweet home rather than sending me to a place where the fellows wearing the same clothes as me always act in a hostile manner.
    Every third or the forth day of the week the hunger pang for a valid and approved bunk,by the parents, from the school got stronger.One of such days I never forget. I was in 7th grade and was about 12 yrs old. As I woke up, things were always very hard from my bed to the bathroom having the sense that I am being awakened for the sake of the school, where I will say,hear and write things I can always do at home. But the "Bathroom" was the best place to stay for a long while and where I could think of a very efficient and convincing lie. Usually it was like "pain in my stomach" or "aaagh.... my throat" saying in a very miserable voice to my ......... I dont really remember who used to be my first victim. But that day it was my mother. After saying it to my mother I sat on the bed and waited. I waited for my father because my mother was really not able to force me go, but she could always tell that to my father. And there he came. With a bit of fear, guilt and pretending with a breaking voice, I said that my tonsils are swollen. He said few times that I have to go and every time I was not ready but waited for him to react with a bit of tender, affection and advice and allow me to stay at home because I feel safe here and I don't like the teachers and the boys for whatever they do and say. My whole day passes with the uneasiness of the crowded and noisy class rooms. Teachers yelling at students for the undone homework which is not more important than the needed love and affection for the child. Even I will be waiting for my siblings the whole day, accompanied by the boredom but it was still tolerable as compared to the hostile environment of the school. Isnt it alarming when a child prefers loneliness and boredom against any other thing?
      Everything was valid for me in such a situation. The pain in the stomach, the swollen tonsils, twisted ankle and everything. For me things were like this. And what I really received from my father in return for such an attempt was "a blow on my face". With a bit of insult and guilt of a lie I get off the bed and walked straight to change my clothes and put on the uniforms.