Half yearly exam results are out !!!!!

                 Class 3 half yearly exams were over before the puja vacation. I enjoyed a long one month holiday and then came to school. It was really nice to see my friends again.Everybody seemed tensed.I was quite startled at everybody's odd behaviour. I couldnot stop myself from asking the reason to one of my friends.

                  I got the answer.Generally the day when the school reopens after puja the results of half yearly exams get published. It was a bit shock for me right at that moment. But to be very true, I was not at all bothered with my marks.I knew that I would be successful with a good  percentage and hence didnot bother about my rank in the class. Even my parents didnot expect something great because it was barely 6 months for me in the new school. 

                  In the first period the teacher-in-charge came with a bundle of report cards in his hand. Everybody was nervous. I was feeling like laughing out and felt pity for everyone. Even the morning prayer was not sang out of tension and panic. The teacher-in-charge sat with a gritty smile, and started distributing the report cards according to rank. Wasim Reja was the student to come first as usual and Shireen Anwar Hossain came second. Then when the position for the 3rd student came, my name was declared. I was quite shocked. Even the whole class was more shocked than me. They didnot expect a new comer to defeat their 3rd girl Shahnaz Bilquis. The teacher gave a pat on my back and said "WELL DONE". I felt very happy and proud too. Manyw were jealous. But I didnot care. 

                  That day I wanted to give a surprise to my mom too.She generally used to come to the bus stand and recieve me. I didnot say anything to her at the bus stand. When I came home, I handed  the report card to her and went straight to the washroom to make the situtaion more dramatic.

                  When I came out, I saw tears in her eyes. I felt the happiest person on that day, as nothing gives more pleasure than making parents happy who have sacrificed their everything for me. She called up dad and gave the good news. Dad rushed home from work and took me in his arms.He bought me a carrom board as a gift. At night he took me out for dinner. 

                  On that day, I took a challenge, I will be the topper of the class by next year and make my parents more proud. The carrom board is not in a good condition now but I still possess it, its the first memory of my 'step towards perfection'.

                 

My first birthday celebration in school

                 I was in class 3 then. It was my 8th birthday. Let me tell everyone before I start describing, my father has an inherent quality in him-- that is to make everything gorgeous. This time too, he wanted to celebrate my birthday in my new school in a gorgeous way.

                  In my school, on the day of  birthday , generally the birthday boy/girl used to come in colorful dress and distribute candies among all. That day the boy/ girl wouldnot be asked any questions and wouldnot be scolded for making minor mischiefs.

                  But mine was a bit different. I came in usual school dress. But not with candies, it was pastries. My father had bought chocolate pastries for every fellow student of mine and butter scotch pastries for the teachers. Isn't it crazy enough ?? 

                  Anyway, on the day of 15th September, I woke up from sleep, had a bath,mom helped me in dressing up and having breakfast. And then in our family car I with my father went out for school with a big bag full of pastries in the luggage van. When I reached there, my driver uncle took me to my classroom with the big bag with him. My father followed us . I had entered the classroom and after all the students sang  the morning prayer, my father came and handed over the bag to the teacher-in-charge. Then all the students stood up and wished me happy birthday by singing that cute birthday song. I was feeling shy as I was not habituated to situations like this. It was my first birthday in a convent school. Any way, after that I distributed the pastries to my friends. After that I went to the teachers staff room and distributed the pastries among  them too. It was a fun filled day and I enjoyed  to my fullest. My father had come to receive me from school with his bike. I sitting at the back stretched my hands and started feeling the cool air striking against my face. Indeed a day worth remembrance.

                   That day somehow my reputation soared new heights and I felt like being the king of the class.My friends started accompanying me which they never did before. I felt very happy and satisfied .

                   Today when I am writing this post,I know why they behaved such differently that day. Its money that brings everything in this world. My father showed his economical solvency on that day and that brought me new friends, though not forever friends.

      

An embarrassing start to my new school

            After I got admitted to my new school in class 3, I had to face lots of  problems. Its quite obvious, as I had to adjust myself  to the new classroom, new teachers and of course the new friends of mine.

            Let me tell everyone, I am a bit taller than my age, so people always misunderstand me to be older than I am actually. And with this issue the problem started.My friends used to call me 'dada' sometimes, though according to date of birth I was younger to them. I felt quite embarrassed.The worst part is that even some teachers used to say me 'a big boy'. I could not make friends except the one who sat beside me in the classroom. I used to sit alone during the tiffin time with an inner conflict in me whether I am really a big  boy to them or it was just out of fun. Life was really becoming miserable for me.

            And to add to the woes came another issue that really shattered my heart. I have dark skin complexion. I used to travel by school bus. And my favourite seat was at the back of the bus where I sat alone and observed my town. But there also someone had problems with my privacy too.  There were some seniors who used to sit at the back of the bus. They used to bully me continuously and call me by funny insulting names. Everybody used to make fun of me especially of my skin colour. This incident had taken a great toll on my mind. I was  quite heart broken but never did complain to my parents. I always used to tolerate everything. But some day all my tolerance got over and I cried helplessly in my mother's arms. Then my dad knowing everything from me took drastic steps and  asked the principal of the school to punish the boys who used to tease me by my skin colour. The principal did punish them severely.And I never got teased again.

              But there's a saying that- Mind of a child is like clay ball.Clay ball takes the shape as it is moulded.  Similarly mind of a child goes in the way where it is directed. These two issues took a great toll on my mind. Today I am  in the best college of Kolkata pursuing a great  career. Today my friends praise about my stature and physique. But somewhere  somehow in my mind I still have that inferiority complex that I am ugly looking. And still now,everynight  I wake up from my sleep and  wash my face with cold water. I look at myself in the mirror and ask it, " Am i really ugly??".  I know all these are really stupid but I couldnot overcome it.

              

The first journey towards success.

          I was born to a family where my dad is a renowned teacher of my home town and my mom sacrificed her career for  my proper upbringing. Naturally its quite obvious that there was always a pressure over my small head to score fabulous marks in the exams and to make my parents proud of their sacrifice and struggle...

          I studied in  GuruNanak Mission School upto class 2. In that school there were quite few students and obviously the competition to become a topper was never tough for me.But there was a big problem behind all these. My dad's colleagues continuously used to prick him that my future will never shine if I study in that non-affiliated school. 

          The pricks and criticisms were continuously getting on our nerves when one fine morning my dad took the greatest challenge of his life .....

          There was a great  school in my town too- "St.Xavier's  School" .My dad decided to admit me there.And to my greatest surprise, he came home with the admission form in hand and the exam to be scheduled tomorrow.It was really something horrible to prepare for an admission exam overnight.But as I said earlier, the son of a renowned dad...  

So I had been asked to 'do the impossible'.

         In that pretty tender age ..I almost studied about 14 hours to finish up the syllabus. I was feeling crazy about myself then.Next day when I went to St.Xavier's School to appear in the exam, I saw many new faces, all tensed and doing the last minute mugging which I hate the most...

        I as usual gave my concentration on the swing then and enjoyed the pre exam minutes. My parents  had given up  the hope of me admitting to new school seeing those mischiefs of mine. The bell ringed and we all the students stood in a queue, I rubbing my face with a handkerchief.

       The principal guided us to the exam hall. It was a two hours 'alipore zoo' in short I can say.Some were crying, some asking for permission to toilets ...  I enjoyed the 'zoo' well and came out after 2 hours with a casual smile.My parents were tensed what  would happen. I really was not at all interested to take the pressure in my small  head. I enjoyed the ride back to my home. 

       After  2 weeks when the result was published, it was me who topped the list. It was quite impossible for me to believe also. i was shocked as well as happy. Thats  the first journey of my life towards success, a result to stop  all the criticsms that were rumoured about me.

      

       I did realise something-- there's nothing that can  give you immense pleasure other than SUCCESS.