Baskadia

I remember the time when I was punished for spilling the paints over my canvas in that drawing class. And this journey starts with the time I was feeling proud on making a forest but when my friends saw it, they badly ridiculed it. My name is Kevin. I was a wimpy kid at my school having no wit at all. All I loved to do was to see the nest of a bird which was on the tree besides the window of my class. I couldn't get good grades in any subject. I was least interested in my studies. I loved to sleep all the time and that is what I did in my class. I used to see nightmares that held the fear of a child and that was studying. I had a friend. Her name was Stella. She was totally opposite to me. She was praised everytime for her good grades and interests in studies. But nothing could attract me towards studies. Then I was sent to another school to improve my skills. I cried the whole night because I wanted to get rid of schools. I wanted to play games all the time.

It was my first day at the new school where I saw written

"WOLF'S BADGE FOR THE BEST.."

And then I saw a series of pictures of many students who were holding prizes lifting their august faces with serene smiles. And that was the time where a small flame of inspiration burnt in me. Our first class was of literature. We were asked to write down about a memory of our life.

I just wrote down two sentences that said:

"I burn up memories and I never recall them because they hurt me the most. So, I do not want to write about any memory."

I slept the rest of the time in my class. And when the teacher read mine paper, she judged a deep loneliness and drought inside me. Her expressions showed me a feeling like condolence. The other classes were no more important and as usual boring. Those were the days when my pillow used to be wet with the tears. But, I myself made my tears. Because those tears had a medicine which was very nearer to me. But sadness and sorrow made it seem furthest. You yourself think that this is the reason that makes me sad which in return does so. When you will make yourself feel that this is not even a reason to cry on, all of your anxiety will go away.

I used to have no interest in classes and did not pay attention to any of the lecture.

The next day when I entered in my classroom and sat on the last seat the teacher announced that everybody would introduce himself. She pointed her finger at me and said that she would take a start from me. It was the most nervous moment of my life. I came Infront of the class and began;

"I am Kevin and I am twelve." I took a pause when the teacher asked me

"What is your hobby?"

The question made me think and then I replied a little confidently.

"My hobby is to play computer games."

I expected a reaction that I would be ridiculed and everyone would laugh at me. But this did not happen.

"Ok Kevin. Which game do you like to play?" The teacher asked again.

"I fancy playing many games but Templasia is my favorite."

It was going calm and after a several question I was sent back to my seat. This was the first class I had ever enjoyed in my life. Everyone was asked about his/her areas of interests and hobbies. And then we were given a home task.

"All the students are supposed to write about the favorite places of them." The teacher announced.

I went to my home that day and after a small rest and for the first time in forever I opened my bag happily. I started to write;

"I love many places to visit but most of all I love gardens. Gardens are satisfying and I love to hear the chirping of birds there which is probably my favorite music. Gardens give you the utmost peace and they are very relaxing. I forget every of my troubles when I visit a garden. I love to see the flowers and smell there fragrance which is the most nicest thing."

The teacher seemed happy with those lines I wrote. She appreciated my writing skills and I was very proud that day. Those kind of events started to happen onwards with me and I was getting confidence. I started to create small writing pieces. I started to write small poems and things like that. In a very little time I had made a good influence in literature.

My days were going good enough and I was now improving in my studies. My teachers were satisfied.

One day my teacher came in the class with our head director. He requested for lending our ears and we became attentive. He started to speak up;

"Wolf's badge for the best! Like every year we have sponsored the wolf's badge prize ceremony. All the students are supposed to participate and represent their arts, piece of works, talents and whatsoever they are good at and there will be a Wolf's badge for the best." We thanked the sir for the announcement and everyone started to gossip about it. I was sitting as usual at the last and having no friends by my side. Those were the days when I preferred being lonely and thinking. I decided to participate. An inspiration that had been burning since I first felt it on my first day at school was becoming a desire now.

That night I started to think what to write. Many ideas came to my mind but I slept thinking and I dreamt of something that holds eternity, that can never finish and that keeps this universe going on. That was Love. I dreamt to write about love. The most powerful desire one ever experiences. It was a topic that deserves infinite lines to be written on it. Because it is made up of eternal verities that are infinite. It is something most gloomy and on the other hand most cheerful. It's something that gives the utmost happiness and also the utmost pain.

The next day I started to write on love. And after a thousand words written I felt still uncomfortable and started to write more. But I knew if I continued like this it would never end so unwillingly I stopped. I had for the first time written a piece of one thousand words and still feeling uncomfortable with it. Yet, I submitted it. The badge was going to be given in the next week for which I had to wait. I prayed at nights to earn a wolf's badge. But at the same time I felt a confidence in myself that my writings had brought to me.

(After one week had passed...)

I went to school with that inspiration which has now changed to a desire. The seats were being arranged and a grand cermony was being held. All the people were busy gossiping. I sat down on a seat eagerly waiting for the name of the badge winner. Many students performed on the stage. Many of them presented their art. After a few speeches and performances the head director came onto the stage.

"It's the time of celebration. I have a brilliant student who deserves to hold this glorious wolf's badge in his hand. She is a good writer of the year, Kevin Hobbes. A round of applause for her."

And how glorious was that moment when I held a wolf's badge in my hand.

Sir offered me a victory speech which made me a little nervous because I was not prepared but I faced the audience.

"Ah.. a very bright and memorable day we are celebrating here. Aren't the memories celebrated with love so glorious and pretty? Yes they are because love is beautiful. Life to be beautiful and pretty needs love. When we make love in our lives the air is filled with the aroma of serenity. This makes the universe beautiful. The opposite of love is hatred, probably the most bitter thing in life. Hatred destroys one's ecstasies. So the most powerful desire and need of life is love, the most sweetest thing." That was the most sweetest medicine of the troubles I had faced. There sat a melancholy in me. It was like my inner self was singing a song, melodies of which could be heard in my happiness.