I'm not doing this all over again. I need to confess this truth which is hidden under my terrified soul.
I am a bright student, which I consider as my marks would prove that too. Growing up I was weak and girly boy, ignored by others by my presence. My score in tests helped me as I shine among them.
Back in time when I was sutle as dew
My family moved from Jalgaon (a renowned district in Maharashtra State, India) to Nashik (another cool destination in the same state). We settled in a rented house and I clearly remember the men taking our luggage in our temporary new home. Nashik at that time (11 years ago) was a place where the need of fans was mocked as joke. It had a cool hill station vibe embracing a small growing population. I was not alone by the way, my sister was there to annoy me every single time. Few days passed and I was ready for my first day of school. Leaving my mom for 6hrs seemed as a punishment bound to be taken everyday from now on. I was very attentive in class and as a studious student I would do all the things at my best. Praise from teachers accelerated my confidence and my innocent attractive love for my class teacher. Though I don't remember her name but the thing that I remember is surely gonna give you a feeble smile. Our school was enormous in terms of students count. 3000 children would assemble on our playground for morning prayers and announcements. Oh ! Wondering why I am telling you that, just keep that note in your mind. My fondness for our mam grew at such a extent that every single morning during our assembly I would hand her a small flower. In case sometimes I forget to get one I would make her a small note and write something bullshit that she was amused to see. I lived in a big residential society which held many programmes on religious occasions. A fashion show was conducted by a person who was a so called himself secretary. I prepared my best to nail the show. I got behind my mother a day prior to the show for getting me a black suite. Yes! That was my level. After crying a lot I got one, perfectly fitting me and now the problem arose. What I am supposed to be? My friends were going as freedom fighters, lecturers, cartoon characters etc. I didn't thought that till I signed up my name. It was the final time for the show. Everyone gathered in hundreds of numbers. I was not scared as I didn't matter me that much. I heard my name being announced and I take the lead. Walking like complete lunatic I adjusted the mike to my 4 feet height. I tapped on the mike as a professional and said 'hello everyone. I am Shah Rukh Khan(a great actor). My family consists of my mother, father and my little sister'(although she's elder to me). And I walk around as a model turning my face back while walking backwards. Everyone laughed as their eyes get damp. I thought everybody loved it and to my surprise I won the prize for the best entertainer, not in the fashion show category though. Still I was happy and I won a flower bouquet.
I prepared myself for the next days school. I got late so when I reached the assembly had already started. As I move forward everyone's looking at me in astonishment. I kept my bag on the side of the playground and ran to my favourite teacher. I then gave her the large big bouquet I won. Everyone was shockecd and amused. My mam took the gift and asked me to join the assembly patting my back.
That's it for now. Rest is pending for another time.