'IF' Doesn't EXIST

"Leave that pen, Rohit"
"Why?"
"It belongs to me, that is why."
"Huh.As if i care, listen for once you monkey, you dare not argue with me,else it wont take me long to break both, your pen and your neck". Rohit said with an attitude thats comes in a 7th grade boy, by having the biggest size in the class in all dimensions and currencies possible.
Rohit moved away, without any objection from anyone including the owner of the pen, Vicky, the guy known among boys for his timidness, and not even known to girls.

It was the first day of Scott International school, known for its rich students, best paid teachers and great infrastructure. More than this it was known for the absence of any economically middle or lower class student, one for the obnoxiously high fees charged and also for the fear of being isolated by others. But there was soon going to be an exception.

Vikas Shridhar, a new admission in 7th A, was the son of a bus driver of the same school. He got the admission by winning the talent search exam by the school, to the surprise of many, and discomfort of others. His father, having had the taste of the snobbishness of students madly intoxicated by the power of money, was wary of this.

He tried to convince his son, " Vikas, this school will not be a very great place for you to be in."
" But, why dad? You were to always telling me about the great playgrounds, great labs etc of the school" said a bewildered Vikas.
" Yes that is all true, BUT..."said his father hesitantly. After all,it is difficult to make a 13-year old boy understand about the worldly wisdom of being among equals.
"But what?" retorted Vikas.
"But son, it would have been great for you only if we were rich" said his father in a sad, but matter-of-fact tone.
"Dad, i just know one thing, " 'IF' doesn't EXIST".

Oblivious to the world in large, the man of the millennium had just started his journey, on the road less traveled.

contd.