The Story Of My Life

The Progress

Days went, months went, seasons went. Exams came and went. Got promoted to new classes. Slowly I was getting older, day by day, month by month, year by year.

Whenever she fell sick, I felt helpless. She used to fall sick mostly due to malnutrition that I understand now.
I used to run for a doctor. She had low pressure and it would become serious at times. I was a kid, so couldn't cook. She used to arrange food in that condition.

Nights went, days went, bit by bit, my mother only had the dream of making me established.

Slowly I grew up. People always said that I had grown up. When I was in class 2, I grew up. When in class 5, then too. For people I was always grown up. I was quite healthy so looked aged in comparison to my real age. But that was just reverse later.

Many people suggested to send me hostel so that she could carry on with her job. Some crazy people said, when she would be eighteen get her married. But she gave me the normal childhood amidst the hardships. She took all the pain to comfort me.

I used to see kids with their fathers, but did not think about it much. Cause I was given the love of father too. I never compared myself with others. I was satisfied with what I had. I had no demands. I never asked for anything by comparing with my friends. I adjusted with what I had happily.
I felt the pain my mother was taking but I couldn't do much. I was forbidden from taking up household chores as she felt it would hamper my studies. She took me to movies and parks for entertainment.

I had no siblings. I had a brother 8 years younger to me, with whom I spent major part of my childhood. Whenever I was free, I spent time playing with him. He was like a break to me. From class 7, he was my only friend in my colony.

I used to go to marketing along with my mother. I helped as much as I could and as much I was allowed.

From class 5, I started studying well. From class 6, I geared up a bit more.

During classes 6 and 7, my mother fell sick two times during summer. She got dehydrated and was admitted to hospital. I stayed at my mother's best friend's house. The aunty took care of me for those days. It was like hell for me. I was extremely tenst and wished she would soon recover. In class 7, it was serious. I changed. I started working hard for my academics and made it my world. In this journey of improvement, I lost many friends and got many new.

I recognized who my real friends were.

In class 7, I fell in love of maths. Yes the subject which many hates or fears. I felt, I m getting a scope to prove something, let me give my best, which many don't get.

My father once said, when in nursery,  that I ran after those friends who did not pay attention to me. I remained like that till class 6, I suppose. From class 7, I made studies my world.

I was called maths queen or even insane, cause I kept scoring full marks continuously from class 7 to 10, in every exam of maths. Whether it was a unit test or final exam. It did not matter. I missed hundred by half a mark, scoring 79.5/80, which landed to 99 several times, missing 100. I am not showing off, but it was my love, my first love so I am talking about it. It was true I just passed in history or economics, whereas maths and chemistry scored nearly full. Other subjects were in between.

Science was my favourite, I loved it and as I had decided for engineering from when I was four, I focussed on maths more.

Hours went in practicing them. Sometimes it would become like addiction. Love is like addiction at times. Even it happened, if I got stuck at some of them, it took me three days to solve a single, but I did solve them. It was like oxygen. Even while having food, I used to think of unsolved maths. I even spent sleepless nights if I couldn't solve.

It was like fun to solve maths. I was fan of cricket. So I always compared myself as a batsman and my score as a century. But I could not make it.

Whole school, senior and junior, all teachers, wondered how I did it. It was simple just practicing! Even it was rumoured that I learnt maths.

Teachers of other subjects made complaints to my mother, that her maths paper can't be touched and to deduct half mark, they had to use magnifying glass, why I was not studying other subjects.

I loved chemistry too. I was not good at any other extra circular activities. So few teachers did not like me, but most of them loved me and appreciated me.

All teachers expected me to be perfect in discipline. If sometime I made a mistake, I was badly scolded. I was set as an example of most disciplined student by many teachers. I was awarded several times for this.

In school I had few friends. They poked me for my passion in maths. Those who did not study themselves, used to make me mad if I scored well. I wish if they focussed on studies well, they could also have scored well.

Still I had good friends, the time spent with them are memorable.

Everytime I scored well, I used to feel special. The smile on my mother's face after every good score was priceless.

After so much workload, at times my mother used to get angry, if I lagged in studying. I wanted to help her, make a proper division of food, but I was scolded back.

So studying was the only way to balance her labour.

After every good score, I used to miss my father. Many friends thought I forgot him. I did not need to justify cause I knew the truth.

In classes 9 and 10, I did not take tuition in maths or science. School teachers were more than enough for guidance.

My mother used to wait eagerly for my promotions to next class. She used to watch the senior classes and waited for me to get promoted from building to building.