Journey Starts

One fine day I failed. Yes you heard it right, I failed. I was in my 8th standard when I failed in 2 subjects. Some of the teachers were shocked, the others didn't still know my results. Yes, it was the school I had been studying in since last 8 years now and the masters who know me were having hard time accepting the fact. I was really attached to my school and those were the best days of my life. I had grew up in the same school from being a decent sober guy to becoming a bad boy. I still remember the day I was writing my admission test. It was a month of august when I had a bad fight with one of my classmate and the guy pricked a pencil on my neck. In return I pricked him in his eyes and the very next day my parents were called and the principal diligently asked my father to take me out of the school and I left in the mid of the session. No other schools would take admission in the mid session. To my luck, my father spoke to a guy he does business with, went his house and spoke to his dad who was secretary and a board of member of a then reputed school in the area we lived in. He asked us to go and meet school principal, in case there are any seats available I could take the admission test and get admitted in the school. A few days later we went and the principal simply refused to take admission. The last sentence from my dad's mouth was "Will you take admission if the school secretary asks you to do so". The principal told go and speak with him. My dad spoke to him over a phone call and handed over the phone to the principal. He was surprisingly shocked and we noticed the change in his voice tone as soon as he disconnected the call. Now his voice was soft and respective. He asked me to read an English book and I read it so fast he must not have got anything still he convinced my father to get me admitted to class I for which my father agreed and I now have to repeat my one & half years. I got the admission letter and joined in a few days later.

I was the last one to take admission and got a roll of 48, but it was no late to win over a few faculties especially my English teacher. Other teachers still took some time to believe in I. I still remember the same teacher was given the role of class-teacher the very next session. So I was in standard II now having a roll of 24 which was assigned based on the marks we get in finals. I was in wrong dress code on a Wednesday, wearing navy blue pant and black shoes and the P.T teacher pulled us out after the morning assembly got over. He was about to punish me hard but my class-teacher saw me and she was really quick to convince him not to punish me because of my dress code. I was very decent and a sober guy who was good in studies, when I say good it means good and not a nerd for sure. That impression of mine helped my class-teacher to speak to the P.T teacher and to save me from the punishment. I felt really good and overwhelmed by this behavior of my class-teacher towards me. It made me feel as if I'm a top one in her priority list among all her favorite students. Among a few teacher whose name I still remember after 20 years she's one of them. I remember the close friendship between Kiran ma'm and Krishna ma'm and among both Krishna ma'm became the one I liked most, Kiran ma'm was my class-teacher.