Mom let me sleep for 5 more minutes please.

Rakesh… Rakesh, wake up its 9 :30 just thirty minutes till your school starts, wake up "let me sleep for five more minutes moon just five minutes" again tucking the blanket over his head Rakesh pleads to his mom.

Mrs Sharma was trying to get her son up from his slumber, this was his senior year at high school and the final exams were knocking on the door, yet her son never studied even an hour at home, but wasted time video games and other useless stuffs and now he is even late for school.

After trying to wake her son up for 30 minutes, Mrs Sharma was at her wits end and in her fit of rage she poured a bucket of cold water over his head after pulling the blanket off of him. With ice cold water all over his body Rakesh woke up from the shock, saw his mom with the bucket.

Mrs Sharma was waiting there with a smiling face to see her goal being achieved, yet a few seconds later her face had an even more furious expression as things did not go as she expected. Instead Rakesh just kept sleeping after wiping his face with the blanket and sliding to the dry side of bed.

Furious Mrs Sharma could not take it anymore and came down the stairs with figurative hot steam rising above her head looking for someone to vent her anger.

Knowing very well what's happening on the upper floor and what will become of him if his betterhalf sees him Mr Sharma hurriedly put on his office shoes and ran towards the door as if running for his life. Only after starting his car did he breathe a sigh of relief and felt bad for the person on whom his wife will vent her anger.

Mrs Sharma does not find her husband on the ground floor or any living being. She calls her best friend Mrs Batra to talk bad about her son and husband which has become a routine. And as a routine Mrs Batra also starts badmouthing her son and husband the same way.

During the mean time Rakesh has come down to the leaving room listening the routine chit chat between his mother and Mrs Batra.

He is already dressed in the school uniform with his school bag and grabs his breakfast bread and jam which has already been made by his mother and tries tiptoe to the door and leave for school quietly without making any noise while keeping attention to every single movement of his mother as to not draw any attention.

But accidently his hands touch the decorative vase kept near the exit, the vase falls down due to the impact and keeps falling for time which seemed like eternity to Rakesh. He tried utmost to his ability to catch the vase but as he saw all his effort in vain he made the dash to the door for his life and ran for a good few hundred meters only then he breathes a sigh of relief.

Mrs Sharma hearing the sound of something falling down and seeing the shadow of her son sprinting out of the door, drops her call. She did not seem angry anymore instead had a bitter smile on her face.

She thinks about her who had never been a trouble maker, and has always been a good student even though she had never seen him studying in home, he always came in the top ten in his class for which she had always been proud. Everything about him was good except for his laziness and disinterest in putting the extra effort.

Although she had never seriously worried about her son's future she always worried that her son is never going to live up to his potential.

Thinking about the uncertain future of her son and his easy go lucky attitude she has no option rather to pray in her mind" Ooh Mahadev* please bless my son with some SAD-BUDDHI*". Then she goes off to do her chores.

In the meantime Rakesh who was hurrying to the school does not have the faintest of ideas of what fate has in store for him. He, whose name will be known to all of humanity in a few years of time.