This is a story 🧾 about a boy 👦, for simplicity, let us call him Boy👦. You might think🤔💭, why I am not naming him some Bill👦🏻, Sam👦🏾, Tom🤠 or Harry👓. Well, in this story🧾, the boy👦 doesn’t🚫 play an important‼ role, so his name ✏ remains Boy👦.
Where is the boy👦, you might ask me? To be true to the essence 🧪 of this story, we are not going to think about the coronavirus 🦠 and all that weirdness that is going on in this world 🌏 with the ‘omicron’ and the vaccinations💉 and the ‘new 🆕 normal’ and stuff like that. So, let’s take that Boy 👦 is in his English🔤 classroom.
The same old classroom – four walls🧱, one roof, a floor, rows and rows of desks, lot of chairs🪑🪑🪑, students 👨🎓👩🎓struggling to make through the day, and a teacher 👩🏫. The teacher most of the students thought would be absent because of a long weekend coming up.
The teacher 👩🏫 goes on explaining about the rules of grammar and common mistakes 👎to avoid🙅♀️. Her voice 🎙is monotonous, similar to the expressions😑 of the students. All the other students are paying attention, listening👂, some even scribbling✍ in their notebooks📓, taking notes📝. Hah! But Boy 👦is doing nothing as such. He is seated on the last bench in the corner of the room, getting little to no view of the whiteboard, and is not paying any attention in the class.
Boy 👦takes out a compass from his bag. He had fortunately remembered to bring it for his math 🔢 class, else his teacher 👩🏫 would have given him an outstanding 🧍♂️punishment😢. He takes the geometric tool and makes its use in a non-geometric way.
He scratches the hard wood of his desk with the compass. It makes a scratch. He repeats the process several times till the scratch that he created became a dent.
Moving on, he makes another scratch on the desk, this time it is a curve. He makes a horizontal line beneath the curve and highlights both of them with a few more ‘strokes’. He is finding extreme satisfaction 😆 in doing this and continues in the same way.
Suddenly, a piece of paper📄 interrupts comes between his paintbrush🖌 and the canvas🖼. The class monitor👧 is distributing worksheets again. Groaning in frustration😤, Boy 👦keeps his compass aside and starts solving the worksheet. ‘Same old editing, omission, rearranging exercises’, he thinks.
His compass lays on his desk, set aside due to the schoolwork📚. Just as Boy 👦makes the last dot on the ‘i’ℹ, the school bell🔔 rings 🎶. It is time to go home🏡, time to go back to the same routine of finding the bus 🚌, making sure no one sits on his seat💺, gossip 🗣 with friends 👦🏼👦🏽👦🏿👦🏻on his way back 🔙 and go home🏡.
The maids in the school🏫 get to work. Their real job starts now. With an old, saggy and somewhat greasy cloth, they wipe up all the desks, sighing when they see a pile of scrunched up papers in the corner of the room, near the dustbin 🚮 full of toffee🍬 wrappers.
The lights💡 go off and the school🏫 is shut🔐, all the teachers👩🏻🏫👨🏻🏫 have left and the only people around are the night guards💂🏻♀️💂🏻♂️.
The city 🌆 is quiet🤐🤫, the school🏫 is the real definition of ‘pin drop silence 📌🤏🔇’ and the only sounds 🔊 that can be heard 👂🏻 are of solitary trucks 🚛🚚 with their ‘Dhoom’ 💥 tune🎶🎵.
Boy’s desk is in the 9A classroom. The masterpiece 🖼of his boredom🥱 still visible and somewhat fresh. Unknowingly, Boy 👦 has created something new🆕. He has created a new world🌏.
The first scratch he ever made on the table resembles a squiggle to any illiterate person, but to those who know the Arabic numerals, it represented the number one, as in ‘1’ 1️⃣. The next one was similar to the number two, or ‘2’2️⃣.
Boy 👦 had not yet completed three3️⃣, but for simplicity and for the sake of our more sensitive 😊 readers📖, let’s take it as a three 3️⃣with some deficiencies. So ‘3’ 3️⃣ is our third character.
Although Boy👦 did not really make any other drawings on the table, but the world 🌏 that he had created already had characters, or rather people who looked like number four4️⃣, five 5️⃣, six6️⃣, seven 7️⃣ and so on.
In this world🌏, everything was built from squiggles, sticks and random drawings. ‘1’ was the first person🧔🏻 to ever live, kind of like Adam and Eve👫 of the Western🌎 world or the first cells 🔬of the scientific 👩🏻🔬👨🏻🔬 one.
In this world🌏, there was no thing as a child👶🏻 and an adult👨🏻👩🏻. Since this world 🌏was created by our Boy 👦, this world 🌏 was full of young people like himself.
Here, everyone had a role for themselves. ‘1’ 1️⃣was the chief 👑 and the ‘one’ who took all the important decisions. ‘2’ 2️⃣ was a bird🐤🦆🦢 and animal🐶🐷🐰🐭🐴 lover💗, so it had the life similar to that of a zoologist of the real world🌏. ‘3’3️⃣ was an expert in roller coasters 🎢 and adventure rides. He owned the adventure land 🎢🎉in the neighborhood, but himself could never go on any of the rides (he had a few deficiencies, remember🤔?).
‘4’ 4️⃣was the English 🔡 teacher👩🏻🏫. For it, the easiest alphabet to teach was ‘A’ 🅰as it technically looked like one. ‘5’5️⃣ was the police officer 👮🏻♂️🚓, sometimes straight as a ruler 📏and sometime ready to bend the rules📜 a little. ‘6’ 6️⃣ was the politician🤑 who opposed all the decisions taken by ‘1’1️⃣.
Now dear reader📖, please play an in-your-mind 🧠 drumroll 🥁 for the star 🌟⭐✨ of this world🌏, ‘7’7️⃣. ‘7’ was a gangster and a real criminal🦹♂️, in the eyes👀 of the people. Every other citizen of the new ‘Land’ that Boy 👦 had created was smart 😅😃 enough to keep a safe distance from ‘7’7️⃣.
‘8’ 8️⃣ was the blind👩🦯👨🦯 person who was a billionaire💵💲💰 too, showing off his wealth to others, but never really seeing it for himself. ‘9’9️⃣ was never found by any of the people there and its disappearance was a mystery🧐.
You must think to yourself, ‘Why is this writer📝✍🏻 rambling on and on about the residents of the new ‘Land’ and why is this ‘Land’ not named yet?’
All in good time, my friend, all in good time⏳.
Now you must understand the heritage and the lineage in this ‘Land’ very well, my dears. So, the children of ‘1’ 1️⃣will have ‘1’ 1️⃣ in them, and the children of ‘3’ 3️⃣will have ‘3’ 3️⃣ in them.
Well, take ‘345’ 3️⃣4️⃣5️⃣ for example. It is the child who has ‘3’3️⃣,’4’ 4️⃣and ‘5’5️⃣ in its blood🩸. Think of it as the decent of a human, like Boy 👦. Boy’s mother 👩🏻 is Indian and his father 👨🏻 is British-Indian. So, Boy 👦 has both British and Indian roots in him. Similarly, the people in this ‘Land’ have the ‘roots’ of all the numbers🔢 they are a part of.
The best part about this world 🌏 is that nobody asked anybody their lineage. It was all there in their names!
The people in this world🌏 were boring🥱, and by that I mean that they were BORING🥱🥱🥱. They had nothing to do all day⛅, except the single digit numbered people. The others just sat there, doing nothing, looking into the nothingness, wondering why Boy 👦 created their world🌏.
Whenever somebody with ‘7’7️⃣ in their lineage came around, everyone would start whispering and murmuring and the ‘sevens’7️⃣ 7️⃣ 7️⃣ would keep on pondering 💭of what people were saying behind their backs.
As you can read📖, the world🌏 was not important at all, but it did hold a very important mystery🧐, a secret🤫, rather.
Dear reader(s)📖, this is the part where I tell you the most important secret 🤫 of this land. The secret 🤫 reveals the mystery🧐 behind the disappearance of ‘9’ 9️⃣.
Because ‘7’7️⃣ ate🍴 ‘9’9️⃣!!!‼‼
I know, I know, this was a very lame 😒 story, but if you read 📖 it till here 👇🏻👇🏻, it means that you have fallen prey to this prank🎉😁😂! Send this story’s link 🔗 to five✋🏻 other people and tell them it is ‘fantastic’…then see their reactions😲😳. You can make this an April fool’s 😋 thing too!
Have fun🎈, laugh 😁 and make sure that you never damage school 🏫 property like Boy👦👦, else you might be the next person to become the creator of a stupid world 🌏and the bearer of the school helps’ difficulty. Also, don’t forget that the tree 🌳🌲 whose wood was cut 🪓 to make that table you damaged will never be there to give you the oxygen you need in this world 🌏 full of pollution🏭!