Lived a happy satisfying life in Assam. Then dad got transferred to Hyderabad, well he asked for it. Sister used to have asthmatic problems so dad thought Hyderabad had the best climate and would help her recover quickly. But not once did I hear anybody mention anything like we are going there for your education. Oh come on. So yeah we come here and I see my new school. The name itself is sick. Pallavi Model School. Of course I shouldn't be blaming my parents for this, my father's colleagues recommended this one. Before school dad acted like- yeah you are in the land of brainys here. They are very sharp and intelligent you have to study well to keep up with them.
I attend school. Infrastructure sucks. The so called super brains are nowhere to be seen. Books they couldn't get better editions. So why am I here? I am waiting for class 7 to get over. It gets over atlast. I miss out on the all rounder certificate to SR because I am not at all into sports. Next comes 8C. Well the best year of my school life till date. With the likes of Nikhil, Siddhant, Amrutha, Anukruti, Sachith and Sajedeh in my class.......8C had to rock. We followed the mantra One for all and All for one. It was a memorable year. We had loads of fun. I along with a few of my friends made a movie for Unicef. Also I saw how friendship disintegrated because of boyfriends. I met this girl called Lorry. We instantly hit it off. We became the best of best friends. There was the elections. Campaigning.....Posters....Flyers....Day of elections.....Speech.....Ballot Papers....Voting.....Malpractice.....Discipline Vice Captain.
Got promoted to class 9. A new beginning. New section kind of sucked. Not one friend. Not one interesting person. Everybody just made their own groups and stuck to themselves. One stereotyped guy even had the audacity to tell that boys won't play with girls. I sat with one superdecent Vaishnavi for thewhole year. Can you believe it? And on top of that all my other best friends ended up in the same section. I would always sneak out from my section and join them people whenever I got a chance. Teachers started gossiping big time. New rules came like boys and girls maintain one hand distance. Don't sit together. Use separate staircases. It was called a co-ed just for namesake. But then I got really close to some people. We had our share of fun. I joined Fiitjee. An IIT coaching institute. Again this was recommended by dad's colleagues. Those days in Fiitjee were sick. I don't have a better adjective. Though I was never sure about my ambition, I was very sure that I would never become an engineer. I used to sit in the classroom aimlessly, cluelessly. I failed in one of their internal tests. Not exactly failed but yeah for me it was a big deal so I felt like a failure. I couldn't handle that stress anymore. I changed. I couldn't handle failure. I would end up being upset for the slightest of failures. So yeah I ended up leaving Fiitjee. I am no more in contact with any of those friends made there. I can declare without any hesitation that Fiitjee was my biggest Failure.
So just a few days back I get a phonecall from my aunt in Assam and she is scolding me for hanging out too much with friends instead of studying hard. I didn't expect this coming. I hardly go out. Just because my cousin is hardly ever allowed out doesn't mean she should try and stop me. She wants me to join Fiitjee after 10th and get into IIT and pursue a career in engineering :O . And all this is because I am in the city of engineers, Hyderabad. This was what hurt me the most. I didn't have the liberty to study what I wanted. Time and again this society has always reminded me about the importance of money some way or other. All we think about is MONEY. It doesn't matter what is in stake. We can sacrifice Family. Happiness. Interests. Satisfaction......all for a few wads of notes. But then maybe this is what happens in third world countries. My family is kind of really huge and anybody's business is everybody's business. They have discussions if any of us wear short skirts. They have discussions if any of us takes too many photos. They have discussions if any of us don't eat brinjals. This is one hell of a family. So when I joined fiitjee they all knew. And if I say I don't want take up science they all will pounce on me. Arts is NOT respected. It is not even treated as a subject here. So the safest way here is to go with the flow. My parents tell that I should take up whatever I have an interest in. I am one confused, tortured and failed bitch. Just hope I can make up my mind by the end of class 10.
I attend school. Infrastructure sucks. The so called super brains are nowhere to be seen. Books they couldn't get better editions. So why am I here? I am waiting for class 7 to get over. It gets over atlast. I miss out on the all rounder certificate to SR because I am not at all into sports. Next comes 8C. Well the best year of my school life till date. With the likes of Nikhil, Siddhant, Amrutha, Anukruti, Sachith and Sajedeh in my class.......8C had to rock. We followed the mantra One for all and All for one. It was a memorable year. We had loads of fun. I along with a few of my friends made a movie for Unicef. Also I saw how friendship disintegrated because of boyfriends. I met this girl called Lorry. We instantly hit it off. We became the best of best friends. There was the elections. Campaigning.....Posters....Flyers....Day of elections.....Speech.....Ballot Papers....Voting.....Malpractice.....Discipline Vice Captain.
Got promoted to class 9. A new beginning. New section kind of sucked. Not one friend. Not one interesting person. Everybody just made their own groups and stuck to themselves. One stereotyped guy even had the audacity to tell that boys won't play with girls. I sat with one superdecent Vaishnavi for thewhole year. Can you believe it? And on top of that all my other best friends ended up in the same section. I would always sneak out from my section and join them people whenever I got a chance. Teachers started gossiping big time. New rules came like boys and girls maintain one hand distance. Don't sit together. Use separate staircases. It was called a co-ed just for namesake. But then I got really close to some people. We had our share of fun. I joined Fiitjee. An IIT coaching institute. Again this was recommended by dad's colleagues. Those days in Fiitjee were sick. I don't have a better adjective. Though I was never sure about my ambition, I was very sure that I would never become an engineer. I used to sit in the classroom aimlessly, cluelessly. I failed in one of their internal tests. Not exactly failed but yeah for me it was a big deal so I felt like a failure. I couldn't handle that stress anymore. I changed. I couldn't handle failure. I would end up being upset for the slightest of failures. So yeah I ended up leaving Fiitjee. I am no more in contact with any of those friends made there. I can declare without any hesitation that Fiitjee was my biggest Failure.
So just a few days back I get a phonecall from my aunt in Assam and she is scolding me for hanging out too much with friends instead of studying hard. I didn't expect this coming. I hardly go out. Just because my cousin is hardly ever allowed out doesn't mean she should try and stop me. She wants me to join Fiitjee after 10th and get into IIT and pursue a career in engineering :O . And all this is because I am in the city of engineers, Hyderabad. This was what hurt me the most. I didn't have the liberty to study what I wanted. Time and again this society has always reminded me about the importance of money some way or other. All we think about is MONEY. It doesn't matter what is in stake. We can sacrifice Family. Happiness. Interests. Satisfaction......all for a few wads of notes. But then maybe this is what happens in third world countries. My family is kind of really huge and anybody's business is everybody's business. They have discussions if any of us wear short skirts. They have discussions if any of us takes too many photos. They have discussions if any of us don't eat brinjals. This is one hell of a family. So when I joined fiitjee they all knew. And if I say I don't want take up science they all will pounce on me. Arts is NOT respected. It is not even treated as a subject here. So the safest way here is to go with the flow. My parents tell that I should take up whatever I have an interest in. I am one confused, tortured and failed bitch. Just hope I can make up my mind by the end of class 10.
I don't think so Murch . . you are a strong, talented and polite girl who is pleasingly unpredictble . . . and a piece of advice . .do what YOU want . .people will get offended for a few days but ultimately its your life! go live it baby!
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