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Srujan
by :-
Gahininath Shinde
 About Author…

Zan Gaudioso is a
contributing author of the Chicken Soup
for the Soul series of books. ... She is
also famous for being the co-author of
the renowed book ""The Buddha Next
Door: Ordinary People, Extraordinary
Lives. "" Zan Gaudioso has her very
own blog in which she writes about
Happiness.
 8. A House Is Not a Home
(English supplementary)

MY first year of high school felt awkward. After leaving junior high at the
head of my class with all the seniority the upper grade levels could afford
me, it felt strange starting over as a freshman. The school was twice as
big as my old school, and to make matters worse, my closest friends
were sent to a different high school. I felt very isolated.
Awkward: strange
Freshman: a student in the first year of high school, college or university
Isolated: lonely
Explanation.
As the narrator entered high school, in the first year he felt strange. In the
junior school, he had been the head of the class and had enjoyed the
privileges given to a senior. It was uncomfortable to be a fresher at the
high school. The school was twice as big as the old one and to make
matters worse, his friends had got into other schools. So, he was lonely
too.
I missed my old teachers so much that I would go back and visit them.
They would encourage me to get involved in school activities so that I
could meet new people. They told me that in time I would adjust and
probably end up loving my new school more than I had my old one. They
made me promise that when that happened I would still come by and
visit them from time to time. I understood the psychology in what they
were saying, but I took some comfort in it nonetheless.
He would go back to his old school to meet the teachers because he missed
his old school. The teachers would encourage him to meet new people in
the new school and to get involved in new activities. They said that after
some time he would adjust to the new surroundings and would love the new
school more than the previous one. The teachers at the old school made
him promise that he would visit them even when he got settled in the new
school. The narrator tried to feel comfortable with these words of his
teachers.

One Sunday afternoon, not long after I had started high school, I was sitting
at home at our dining-room table doing homework. It was a cold and windy
fall day, and we had a fire going in our fireplace. As usual, my red tabby cat
was lying on top of all my papers, purring loudly and occasionally swatting
at my pen for entertainment‟s sake.
Purring: sound made by cat
Swatting: to hit something

One Sunday afternoon an accident occured. Zan was sitting at the dining
table, doing his homework. The day was cold and windy and a fire was up
at the fireplace. The narrator’s pet cat was lying on top of the sheets of
paper. It was making a purring sound and was hitting on his pen just for
amusement.

She was never far from me. I had rescued her when she was a kitten, and
somehow she knew that I was the one responsible for giving her „the good
life‟.

As Zan had saved the cat, it remained close to him as he protected her.
My mother kept stoking the fire to keep the house nice and warm. Suddenly,
I smelled something strange, and then I noticed it... smoke pouring in
through the seams of the ceiling. The smoke began to fill the room so
quickly that we could barely see. Groping our way to the front door, we all
ran out into the front yard. By the time we made our way outside, the whole
roof was engulfed in flames and it was spreading quickly. I ran to the
neighbours to call the fire department, while I watched my mother run back
into the house.
Stoking the fire: feeding and tending the fire
Groping: to search blindly
Engulfed: flooded, surrounded by
Zan‟s mother tended the fire to keep the house warm. There was smoke
filling the room from the ceiling. Within a few seconds, it filled the room and
they could hardly see. They made their way to the front door and escaped
into the garden.
The roof had caught fire which spread quickly. Zan ran to the neighbours to
call the fire department while his mother ran inside the house.
My mother then ran out of the house carrying a small metal box full of
important documents. She dropped the case on the lawn and, in a crazed
state, ran back into the house. I knew what she was after. My father had
died when I was young, and I was certain that she was not going to let his
pictures and letters go up in flames. They were the only things that she
had to remember him by. Still I screamed at her, “Mom! No!”
Zan‟s mother came out of the house, holding a small box full of papers.
She threw it on the lawn and ran back. She was trying to save important
things. As Zan‟s father had died when Zan was small, she had to save his
pictures and letters which were the only memories of his that they had.
Zan screamed at her not to go inside the burning house.
I was about to run after her when I felt a large hand hold me back. It was a fireman. I
hadn‟t even noticed that the street had already filled with fire trucks. I was trying to free
myself from his grasp, yelling, “You don‟t understand, my mother‟s in there!”
Zan tried to run after her but was stopped by a firefighter. The street was full of fire
fighter trucks. Zan tried to free himself and tried to explain that his mother had gone
inside the house and he wanted to bring her back.
He held onto me while other firefighters ran into the house. He knew that I
wasn‟t acting very logically and that if he were to let go, I‟d run. He was
right.
The firefighter did not let him go because he knew that the very next
moment, Zan would run into the house.
“It‟s all right, they‟ll get her,” he said.
He said that the other firefighters would bring her back.

He wrapped a blanket around me and sat me down in our car. Soon after
that, a fireman emerged from our house with my mom in tow. He quickly
took her over to the truck and put an oxygen mask on her. I ran over and
hugged her. All those times I ever argued with her and hated her vanished
at the thought of losing her.

In tow: behind
The firefighter wrapped a blanket around Zan and made
him sit in their car. A fireman came out of the house with
Zan’s mother behind him. He took her to the fire truck
and put an oxygen mask on her mouth. Zan ran to her
and hugged her. The thought of losing his mother
aroused affection in Zan’s heart and all thoughts of
dislike vanished from his mind.

“She‟s going to be okay,” said the fireman. “She just

inhaled a little smoke.” And then he ran back to fight the
fire while my mother and I sat there dazed. I remember
watching my house burn down and thinking that there
was nothing I could do about it.
The fireman calmed Zan and said that she’d be
fine. She had inhaled smoke. Then the fireman
ran into the house to bring down the fire while
the mother - son duo sat there wondering on
what had happened. Zan still remembers how
he saw his house burn and felt helpless about
it.
Five hours later, the fire was finally out. Our
house was almost completely burned down. But
then it struck me ... I hadn’t seen my cat.
Where was my cat? Much to my horror, I
realised that she was nowhere to be found.
Then all at once it hit me— the new school, the
fire, my cat— I broke down in tears and cried
and cried. I was suffering loss, big time.
It took them five hours to control the fire. The house was totally burned
down. Then Zan realized that his pet cat was missing. He could not find it.
He got sad and depressing thoughts like difficulty adjusting to the new
school, the burning of the house and losing his pet cat; made him cry. He
thought that he was suffering many loses.
The firemen wouldn‟t let us go back into the house that night. It was still
too dangerous. Dead or alive, I couldn‟t imagine leaving without knowing
about my cat. Regardless, I had to go. We piled into the car with just the
clothes on our backs and a few of the firemen‟s blankets, and made our
way to my grandparents‟ house to spend the night.

They were not allowed to go into the building as it could be dangerous.

Zan wanted to know about his cat but he had to leave. They got into the
car with none of their belongings. All they had were the few blankets given
by the firemen. They spent the night at Zan’s grandparent’s house.
The next day, Monday, I went to school. When the fire broke out, I was still wearing the
dress I had worn to church that morning but I had no shoes! I had kicked them off when I
was doing my homework. They became yet another casualty of the fire. So I had to
borrow some tennis shoes from my aunt. Why couldn‟t I just stay home from school? My
mother wouldn‟t hear of it, but I was totally embarrassed by everything. The clothes I was
wearing looked weird, I had no books or homework, and my backpack was gone. I had
my life in that backpack! The more I tried to fit in, the worse it got. Was I destined to be
an outcast and a geek all my life? That‟s what it felt like. I didn‟t want to grow up, change
or have to handle life if it was going to be this way. I just wanted to curl up and die.
Weird: strange
Destined: future developed as per a predestined plan
Outcast: a person rejected by society
Geek: an unfashionable or socially inept person

Zan went to school the next day. It was a Monday. At the time of the fire, he was wearing
the dress that he wore to the church on Sundays. He was not wearing his shoes. He had
removed them and kicked them off when he sat to do his homework.
They were burnt in the fire too. So, Zan
borrowed tennis shoes from his aunt. He did not
want to go to school. But his mother forced him
to go. He was embarrassed because his clothes
were unusual, he did not have his bag, books and
homework. He thought that God wanted that he
should live like a person who was different from
others and did not fit well in the society. Zan was
so upset that he wished to die.
I walked around school like a zombie. Everything
felt surreal, and I wasn’t sure what was going to
happen. All the security I had known, from my
old school, my friends, my house and my cat had
all been ripped away.
Zombie: a dull and apathetic person
Surreal: unreal, strange, bizarre
Ripped away: torn apart

Zan walked around the school like a dull, lifeless person. He felt insecure
as all his belongings, his old school, old friends, pet cat and his house had
been snached from him.

When I walked through what used to be my house after school that day, I
was shocked to see how much damage there was— whatever hadn‟t
burned was destroyed by the water and chemicals they had used to put out
the fire. The only material things not destroyed were the photo albums,
documents and some other personal items that my mother had managed to
heroically rescue. But my cat was gone and my heart ached for her.
On his way back, he walked through his burned house and was shocked to
see the extent of damage that had been caused by the fire and the water
that had extinguished it. The only things that were safe were the ones that
his mother had rescued - the papers, photos and some personal items. Zan
had lost his cat too.

There was no time to grieve. My mother rushed me out of the house. We

would have to find a place to live, and I would have to go buy some clothes
for school.

Zan could not grieve the loss of his cat because they had to rebuild their
life. They had to arrange a place to live in, clothes, etc.
We had to borrow money from my grandparents because there were no
credit cards, cash or even any identification to be able to withdraw money
from the bank. Everything had gone up in smoke.
They had to borrow money from his grandparents as they did not have
their credit cards, cash or any identity proofs to withdraw money from the
bank.
That week the rubble that used to be our house was being cleared off the
lot. Even though we had rented an apartment nearby, I would go over to
watch them clear away debris, hoping that my cat was somewhere to be
found. She was gone. I kept thinking about her as that vulnerable little
kitten. In the early morning when I would disturb her and get out of bed,
she would tag along after me, climb up my robe and crawl into my pocket
to fall asleep. I was missing her terribly.
Vulnerable: weak, easy to influence

After some days, the workers were removing the remains of the burned
house. They were living in a rented apartment nearby but Zan would visit
his old house and see the workers
 He wished to find his cat there. He had lost her but kept thinking of the
poor soul. How it would wake up when Zan disturbed it and then followed
him, climbed up his gown and would fall asleep while sitting in his pocket.
He missed her.
It always seems that bad news spreads quickly, and in my case it was no
different. Everyone in high school, including the teachers, was aware of my
plight. I was embarrassed as if somehow I were responsible. What a way to
start off at a new school! This was not the kind of attention I was looking
for.
Plight: sad story

Zan thought that bad news spread faster because everyone, including all
the teachers knew about his sad story. Zan felt embarrassed as if he was
guilty for all that had happened. He was getting attention for all the wrong
reasons.
The next day at school, people were acting even more strange than usual.
I was getting ready for gym class at my locker. People were milling around
me, asking me to hurry up. I thought it strange, but in the light of the past
few weeks, nothing would surprise me. It almost seemed that they were
trying to shove me into the gym — then I saw why. There was a big table
set up with all kinds of stuff on it, just for me. They had taken up a
collection and bought me school supplies, notebooks, all kinds of different
clothes— jeans, tops, sweatsuits. It was like Christmas. I was overcome by
emotion. People who had never spoken to me before were coming up to
me to introduce themselves. I got all kinds of invitations to their houses.
Their genuine outpouring of concern really touched me. In that instant, I
finally breathed a sigh of relief and thought for the first time that things
were going to be okay. I made friends that day.
Milling around: moving around aimlessly
Shove: push hard
The next day at school was unusual. Zan was
changing for the gym class when students
gathered around him and asked him to hurry. Zan
was accustomed to strange happenings and so, did
not react much. The students pushed him into the
gym and he realized the reason when he reached.
There was a table full of articles like notebooks,
clothes, stationery items. It felt like Christmas time.
Zan got emotional. He made new friends. They
invited him to their houses. He was moved by their
concern for him. He felt relieved because it was for
the first time that he felt something good was
happening to him. He made new friends that day.
A month later, I was at my house watching them rebuild it. But this time it
was different— I wasn‟t alone. I was with two of my new friends from
school. It took a fire for me to stop focusing on my feelings of insecurity
and open up to all the wonderful people around me. Now I was sitting there
watching my house being rebuilt when I realised my life was doing the
same thing.

After a month, Zan visited his house as it was being rebuilt. He had two
friends with him. The incident transformed him. He came out of the
negativity and made new friends. He realized that just like his house was
being rebuilt, similarly, his life was also being rebuilt.

While we sat there on the curb, planning my new bedroom, I heard

someone walk up to me from behind and say, “Does this belong to you?”
When I turned around to see who it was, I couldn‟t
believe my eyes. A woman was standing there
holding my cat! I leapt up and grabbed her out of the
woman‟s arms. I held her close to me and cried into
that beautiful orange fur. She purred happily. My
friends were hugging me, hugging the cat and
jumping around.
Curb: edge of the pavement

They sat on the pavement and were planning Zan’s

new bedroom. Someone walked up to Zan from
behind and asked if the cat that she was holding
belonged to him. Zan grabbed his pet cat, held her
close and cried. On union with her master, the cat
made a happy sound. Zan’s friends shared his
happiness and jumped around.
Apparently, my cat had been so freaked by the fire that she ran over a mile
away. Her collar had our phone number on it, but our phones had been
destroyed and disconnected. This wonderful woman took her in and
worked hard to find out whose cat it was. Somehow, she knew this cat was
loved and sorely missed.
Freaked: behaved irrationally

Due to the fire, Zan’s pet cat behaved strangely and ran almost a mile
away. Although their phone number was written on her collar, but as their
phone had been destroyed in the fire, the lady could not contact them. She
made efforts to trace their address through the number and thus, reached
them. She could make out that the cat was being missed by her master
because the cat was also sad and missed him.
As I sat there with my friends and my cat curled
up in my lap, all the overwhelming feelings of
loss and tragedy seemed to diminish. I felt
gratitude for my life, my new friends, the
kindness of a stranger and the loud purr of my
beloved cat. My cat was back and so was I.
Tragedy: mishap
Diminish: fade off
Gratitude: thankfulness
When Zan sat with his cat and his friends, the
sadness disappeared. He was happy and
thankful for getting a new life which got him new
friends, a kind woman who returned his cat and
his pet cat. He got a new life.
Question and Answers

1. What does the author notice one Sunday afternoon? What is his
mother‟s reaction? What does she do?
A. While he was doing his homework, Zan saw smoke coming in through
the ceiling. The room was full of smoke in a few seconds. They rushed out
of the house and saw that the roof was on fire. Zan‟s mother ran inside
and rescued some documents. She went again to get his father‟s
photographs and letters which were his only memories with them.

2. Why does he break down in tears after the fire?

A. Zan felt that everything was going the wrong way. He was in a new
school, did not have his friends. Now, the fire snached all his possessions,
namely, his house, clothes, books and even his pet cat.
3. Why is the author deeply embarrassed the next day in school? Which words show his
fear and insecurity?
A. The author was embarrassed because he did not have his shoes, his clothes were
unusual. He did not have his school bag and books. The words showing his fear and
insecurity are - I was totally embarrassed by everything. The clothes I was wearing
looked weird, I had no books or homework, and my backpack was gone. I had my life in
that backpack! The more I tried to fit in, the worse it got. Was I destined to be an outcast
and a geek all my life? That‟s what it felt like. I didn‟t want to grow up, change or have to
handle life if it was going to be this way. I just wanted to curl up and die.

4. The cat and the author are very fond of each other. How has this been shown in the
story? Where was the cat after the fire? Who brings it back and how?
A. The cat and its master, Zan were attached to each other. Every morning Zan would
disturb the cat and wake it. The cat would follow him, climb up his robe, sit in his pocket
and sleep there. The cat would remain with Zan all the time. While he studied, it would
hit its tail on his pen for entertainment.
5. What actions of the schoolmates change the author‟s understanding of
life and people, and comfort him emotionally? How does his loneliness
vanish and how does he start participating in life?
A. Zan‟s classmates were sympathetic and understood his situation. They
arranged all necessities for him like clothes, books, stationary items. They
invited him over to their place. All this comforted Zan. He came out of the
negativity and made new friends. He realized that he was getting a new
life.
6. What is the meaning of “My cat was back and so was I”? Had the author
gone anywhere? Why does he say that he is also back?
A. “My cat was back and so was I” means that just like Zan got his cat
back, similarly, he also got a new life. He came out of the gloom that had
surrounded him. No, he had not gone anywhere. He says that he was
back which implies that he got a new life which was full of affection and
warmth.