Well,this is my first job at blogging.I dont really know what professional blogging is,but i would do it in my own inimitable style.
To start with,let me tell you that i was born in a place where life was rather simple and straight but now i am somewhere where life has become much more complicated.Well,those who know Lucknow and Ghaziabad distinctly,would inarguably agree with me.
I was,like any other ORDINARY child,a decent boy with even more decent habits and a very normal attitude.But,I shall admit that i was always fortunate with my education(until the later part of my life).I started slowly but then i stepped into a world of "AWESOME".Yes! I shall proudly claim that I entered LA-MARTINIERE BOYS COLLEGE,LUCKNOW.That was the place which opened the gates of my imagination and I got to learn things that are inexpressible in words.Today,i thank the teachers for fining students on even uttering a word in hindi at the school.I remember,how we use to grumble under our breath and curse the headmistress for all this, but now I just thank them for inculcating some rare skills which are indespensable in this era of cut-throat competition.Also,even though it was a boys college,i had my first encounter with my DREAM-GIRL there itself(although, by now I have had several such encounters with many differnt dream-girls...hehehe!!!).La-Marts is well known for its co-curricular activities and it was the SCHOOL CHOIR which gave boys a chance to fulfill their covetous dream of witnessing a pool of charming ladies and may be, it was vice-a-versa for the Girls college.I still remeber her name(but,naming her here might spread my word so I avoid it).I can go on and on about my life as a Martiniere but i guess other matters like sports day events and Hashmen Parade sheild wont be of much interest to most.But yes,I must admit that I tasted a piece of HOSTEL LIFE there and it did sharpen my ....well...everything....hahahahaha...!!!!!
Also,when you have a father who is on tour for 20-25 days a month and a mother who is too homely to face the world alone,not much of a choice is left for you but to face the small difficulties alone.By small difficulties I mean,travelling about 16 kms away alone from home to college and changing the private transport bus twice. At an age when parents usually dont even want to leave their siblibgs and would cling onto their small fingers in the throng,I was hanging onto the gates of the buses and negotiating with the rickshaw pullers to take me to my school where i was student of THIRD STANDARD.But then,i guess i had this special ability from the very begining because one day,I WALKED back home.Approximately 16 kms,a load of a bag that was weighty enough for a third grader and the blood sucking sun of summer but nothing seemed to deter the enthusiasm of innocence that got the better of me.I took approximately three hours to reach home and felt like I should be awarded a Noble Prize for saving money,for an unprecedented effort and for the incredible feat that I had achieved.But,that wasnt to be.The next day my Headmisterss got to know about my so called 'accomplishment' and instead of patting my back,she called my parents to sign a NO RESPONSIBILTY agreement which said that if ever something happened to me during the to & fro journey,the college would not hold itself responsible.To my surprise,my parents signed it unhesitatingly.Its not that I am blaming my parents for being so careless about me,as some may perceive because they themselves had very little choice but to succumb to the circumstances that prevailed then but all I am saying is that all this made me wiser than my actual age and I had started facing the heat even before many in this world could even think of it.So,the Martiniere era was the casting mould that gave a perfect shape .
My life post Marts and pre Kota isnt much worthy of divulgence.I was rather under wraps.May be it was the incubation period under the cocoon so that I may develop proper skills to pace myself for the drastic changes of which i was oblivious of till I finally faced them.But,ST. PAUL'S ACADEMY,Ghaziabad did have one positive effect.I dont really know whether it was because i was grooming well or was it the people around this place but I had my first lessons on life long friendship in this city only.But here too,the Mart effect always landed me in an advantageous position.All in all,the years in school at Ghaziabad were SIMPLE FUN.Being a co-educational institution,it also helped me slowly diminish my hesitation towards the opposite sex and made me realise the many facets of a boy-girl relationship.Obviously,the broad mindedness helped me enhance my perceptions at the very same time when I was growing towards maturity.Talking of maturity,i must admit that i have been mentally far ahead in sensibility of matters as compared to my age because of my regime during the Mart days.
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