little yashan hates bus rides. infact he detests them. the sickly stench of metal in a hot humid south indian after noon gets to him. he prefers the cooler climes of north india.born out of north indian tradition, he adores food in all its manifestations.though he is partial towards strawberry icecream on cold winter evenings.he calls people by their characteristics rather than by their names.he idolises a guitarist with cracked lips and a tendency to be rude.
little yashan is quite insolent himself. he roams the corridors and bangs into walls, and quotes robbie williams.he hates american pop, especially boy bands but listens to them everyday.
little yashan studies all day long. he longs for drops of jupiter.he hates to travel and loves to sing out of tune. he doesn't sing on the bus though. because he hates bus rides.yashan loves the foot ball.its round like his head .little yashan knows who hit which goal in which minute of which world cup, but he doesn't know what nutella is.litte yashan loves to grumble but he calls it arguing.
yashan will grow up to love and be loved. because he hates bus rides and free speech.hence forth, we shall only call him that- young yashan.
