The Reason I'm Human

By K Kris

As a young boy, Julian Blake wanted to be famous. He did everything in his power to do so. However, a scam that ruined his family was the starting point of his wreckage. Unable to resist his needs, Julian begins a new life. Countless problems arise for the young kid as he tries to take matters into his own hands. 

Watch how Julian turns into a troubled teenager, and an adult in the near future. A future where the term 'human beings' is valueless.

• Language: English
• Publisher: K Kris
• Release date: Dec 31, 2015
• ISBN: 9781524229238

K Kris

K Kris is a teen author who loves to write basically anything that comes into his head. He loves writing novellas as they are short, up to the point and can be finished in a sitting or two. He lives in southern India wherein he enjoys this beautiful and unexpected gift called life. Apart from writing, he enjoys freerunning and the sport cricket.  

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Part 1

The year 2008- The Past

Every child dreams of reaching heights unthinkable by adults, who seldom doubts his or her abilities to conquer the impossible and those who wants to make a difference. I was one amongst them. As a child, I dreamt of doing great things. I wanted to change the world with my inventions, I wanted to explore areas marked impossible to humanity and I wanted only the best money could buy. In all, I wanted to be famous.

Fame is something magical and reserved only to those lucky ones, I thought. I had that statement justified countless times. It was those famous people who lived what I thought was a life. They had everything: popularity, a big house, money, looks. What more do you want?

Another factor that drove my enthusiasm into wanting being famous was my parents. My father, a lawyer, and my mother, a teacher, lived a life I dreaded. Every day I would see the same things happening in their lives. How boring and dull, I thought. If it was me in their place, I would get sick.

My father's work was rather uncertain and hectic. He got calls at all sorts of ungodly hours and would have to hurry off to attend them. Sometimes, he would come home at midnight and would pace up and down the house as if it was on fire. His off-days are those when he doesn't have work. I look forward for those days because it was only then could I spend some time with him. However, he spends that time sleeping saying that he needs to replenish his tired body.

My mother's day began on Monday and ended on Friday. She would wake up at dawn, finish off some of the chores, which includes breakfast for the entire family and readying me to school. She would come back in the evening and ask my two sisters and me about our day before making herself some tea and settling down to watch the news. Occasionally, she watches some old movies, but that was pretty much it. On Saturdays and Sundays, she would be busy with household chores and would have a nap in the afternoon.

I was ten when I decided that I would not live a life like my parents. It was monotonous and nothing exciting ever happened. It was only work, leisure and some social time. I couldn't possible live a life like that. I wanted entertainment and fun. I wanted to explore the world and meet all sorts of people. Hence, I decided to stop listening to their advice and began listening to the ones I admired. Sometimes, I was disappointed because some of their advice sounded like my parents. But hey, there aren't a lot of advices out there in the world, I thought. Occasionally, recurrences happen.

One day, I heard that reading biographies of great people is like having a conversation with them. This ignited a spark within me and I began reading biographies of people whom I considered great. It was true. I really did feel like having a conversation with that person. It felt good and brought in a flurry of new thoughts and ideas. A mind exposed to a new idea never regains its original shape I heard one of my teachers say. I read some more hoping that my mind would expand and reach a state of genius.

It was another day at home. My mother was busy cooking us dinner, my sisters were studying their material and I was busy reading another biography of a man called Gandhi. According to the book, he was quite impressive, but too humble for my liking. A random thought entered by head and I