After a long time I took a seat in front of the laptop to write this. It's a special day today ,9th of April .In this day I came to Delhi for the first time in my life .Its been two long years now. Time passes so quickly, no? To understand this story well ,we have to go to the past.......................
Flashback
It was January 2014, I just came back to my home after spending a long holiday . In my previous school the session was from January to January not from March to March. After the annuall exam life had suddenly changed . Nobody bothered when I use to wake up or I used to study or not . I could feel the real taste of freedom on that time . I used to wake up late , after eating the delicious breakfast prepared by my generous mom , I used to open the Dvd and start watching movie. I used to read in one of best school of my country where the teachers entered into the classroom with sticks rather than chalks. All the students were terrified by the teachers . It was like mini I.I.T . You could only find nerds here . Everybody used to talk about marks and nothing else . [ I skipped the girl and porn part here as it's a reputed school] Making friend in this school was difficult but though I made some . Who liked to discuss many other subjects rather than marks , girls or porn . I spent my whole vacation with my best friends Shakil and Imtihan . The thing I missed the most from the days of holiday is playing Badminton . We played this game a lot on that time . I got to read a lot of books because of Shakil . He was My best friend ,my best book supplier and my best critic . Good times passed so quickly . Holidays were over , I came back home . The first thing my dad said to me after I came back home was ,"Your brother is going to Delhi , everything is fixed. I asked ,"who, Somal? Dad only said, hmmmm
A few days later it was all set that my cousin Somal is going to Delhi . Now the question was should I go with him or not. After a long thinking of three months and after a lots of meeting sessions my parents at last took the decision that I should also go with him as I convinced them that I should get the opportunity to study in a big city . Though my mom was against it.
But in the next day me, Somal and his dad started for Delhi . On 9th of April ,2014 ,, 10.30 am we reached Delhi. You must have been thinking how I remembered the date so delicately . Hmmm , you will got to know it later . Mr. Sarkar received us from the station . We boarded in his home. Mr. Sarkar took the responsibility to play the role of local guardian both for me and Somal as he is our common cousin . On that day we went to the school and got ourselves admitted ,then we bought our new school dresses and a new pair of shoes . We were all set for a new start in a new city. In the evening we went to a party . Hrid's birthday party . Thats why I remember the date so easily . Every time I get invitation for Hrid's birthday , I remember this day , My first day in Delhi.
After a week Somal's dad went back home giving our hand to Mr. Sarkar's hand . We could all see tears on his eyes that day . It was strange how a strong man like him became so emotional and broke down so easily. Before this event I never saw him crying . AS we all were astonished Sarkar promised him ," Don't worry uncle , we will live like brothers and keep faith on me , we will live in happiness and peace , nothing will happen to them." Now I have doubts on his promises . This man did a lot for us without any reason . But he took his duty so seriously that he never cared for our feelings or emotions . It was difficult for a pampered child like me to live without parents . In the next few days I learned how to wash the clothes and dishes . I learned how to iron my clothes and clean the home . On that time I understood how much hard work my mom does every day . I the only child of my parents leave my own big home and started living in a small home in the big capital. I started well in the school . I started knowing all the students of the class . It was a mixed experience . The class was full of students. I started liking the class but then the problem occurred . The teachers divided the class in two sections . Me and Somal got detached. Somal luckily went to the best section with the company of amazing classmates . I on the other hand ended with all fucked up students . Now don't give me dirty looks . Why I used the f word here, this story will explain.......................
