The incident that changed me

When I was in fifth standard my teacher once told the class that Books are our best friends. But unfortunately I took a leave from school that day. Might be acting like I've pain in my stomach or back or I am not sure. But surely I was having nothing but a zeal to miss as many classes I can. I had a crush on Powerpuff Girls particularly on Bubbles: the one with blonde hair. I used to spend hours watching them, fantasizing that one day I will join the team. But that day didn't come. I kept fantasizing and my studies kept flying.

 My school was till fifth standard only, so search for the new school kick started. I gave entrance tests in numerous schools but nobody asks questions on Powerpuff Girls, not even Johnny Bravo, though he was also quite good. And I kept on failing. From Public to funded schools, nobody was ready to accept my unnatural intelligence. And I never understood it. Visiting new schools was becoming a routine. My Mummy used to have moist eyes every time while heading to school exit. 

Almost all of my friends of previous schools were admitted and I was still waiting. That time, one of my relatives used to work in Chief Ministers office. He held us a recommendation letter signed by a senior official and through management quota I secured a seat in middle of the session. I was very happy. But still a fan of Bubbles. I did nothing and I hardly passed. In seventh standard, I failed in first term but did what you can see below. In eight standard came the non-detention policy, and I enlarged my reach to more cartoons. Even without doing anything I passed eights, ninth and tenth standard examination with my progress reports jeweled with 'D's, 'E's and 'F's. As far as I can remember, my name was amongst the very few worst performers of the school. But by God's grace, I was still stupid. As my parent school can only offer me Humanities (based on my grades), the journey for a new school restarted.

I've seen all this before. This is nothing new. It was sure that someone will emerge as an angel. My Grand-Dad handover his savings of months in hand of my dad, so that donation will not become a reason. But it also didn't worked. 

ONE DAY me and my dad were coming from a school with a same failure. On terminal we were waiting for bus. One came, and I entered first. My dad came after me. As the bus started with a jerk, Dad lost his balance and fall on the floor of the bus. His hands were shaking. I gave him my hand, he looked into my eyes, and that very moment when I saw my everything helpless, speechless changed me. Through the whole journey the ashamed me was unable to make an eye-contact. We reached home. After dinner I told my mummy that I'll read Humanities. She said that we'll try more but from inside she also knows that its not possible. We all agreed.

I got admitted in an all boys government school. In a class known for its well mannered students. Throughout the whole year that one picture came in front of me and I did everything I could to make him feel proud, and I score 89.5%  in eleventh grade, a benchmark never reached before. I remembered the same incident in Board Examination and got 92.25% the then school record. I got admitted in Hindu College, University of Delhi left it after few days. Got selected for University of Mumbai, left it too. Got merit in college. Did follow my passion and Now going to be a teacher soon.

My never let down my family from that day.

All I wanted to say is, Never let down anyone who trusts you. Ans trust yourself that you can do it.

This is dedicated to all the students of Salwan Boys School, Neelam Mam, C.J. Joyson Sir, Ravinder Kaur Mam. It was great to meet you yesterday. 

❤Love You All❤