A goldfish, guess it’s a childish start but still what do you expect from me what do you expect from a beginner, a toddler a three-year-old dramatic kid trying to find that leader chaos has. Yes, I may like to just turn some pages backward, why not have a small grin and ode to a personality I was as a kid-free ambitious, bold, and curious seeker like a goldfish. You know there’s an interesting fact about this creature, that even it doesn’t know its own potential, it’s unaware of all the things it can achieve and the extent to which it can grow, develop and proceed. Don’t trust me, then why not try it by yourself, place a goldfish in a small bowl, the fish won’t grow and will remain that cute and timid to all extend. Now let’s play the same game a little differently, place it in a pond you will be amazed to find a masculine huge beast, a devil dressed with eccentrically huge fins. The fish has an amazing ability to adapt, to smile, and to prove whatever the circumstances provide.
Education is one of the most essential things for every living being, not just for the sake of survival or to beg a job, but above everything else it’s for you and for you to empower yourself, to be self-dependant, to come forward and take a step whenever the time requires. Now imagine your early days of childhood deescalating from peek to bottom, reducing bit by bit removing and seeking only to arrive at the foundation. A little above the stage, when holding your father’s hand you learned to walk, and a little below the stage where you cherish the memories of your first love. Schooling as we all know has grades and standards yet before you can enter the doors of first in roman, there are tiny drops of threshold optimized to give you a glimpse, that how the next circus is about to be like. People call these toppings as Lower Kindergarten ( LKG) and Upper Kindergarten ( UKG) the courses seem pretty naïve and vague now, but back then even that was a headache to remember. Poetries full of rhymes mathematics the only level I liked, and everything was a mixture of emotions. Actually, I never went to cross these stages, I never realized what they were until I met some so-called convent students, considered to be more intelligent and groomed on the wrappers of their ubiquitous smartness. Guess our distinction and rivalry lasts from those moments, maybe let bygones be bygones or maybe we were just for granted. But yes the class I went to was more glorious and the course I attended was much more adventurous, no need to laugh just now it was called B10. Guess it’s a new term for you all and I have very high recommendations for this and yes it was a privilege and pleasure to be a student of this esteemed “institute”. I still remember getting dropped by my mother every morning to my garnished class accompanied by several brilliant minds, yes I always had such talented companions having innovative ideas, we were superheroes even back that, and yes Pokémon’s were real every evening we had a hunt for them. The infrastructure was state of the art and it was so beautifully decorated, always like a fresh daisy gazing at you from the distance.
I remember as you’ll enter the holy premises you’ll hear the gospel continuously non stop in the loop, ushering and running in your vanes, washing all your thoughts, ideas and having your menace emotions purified, through the song of the millennium, which proudly sang A for apple, B for Ball C for cat and D for dog… rhythmically H I J K L M N O P and as of the rest, guess till now you may have figured the complete magical lyrics. For me that was the first love exactly there, speaking melodiously every day and every second from the cassette, picturing my lady just through the voice, think how deep my love has always been. I used to have dreams shadowing my perception, it was so sweet that now the fan wasn’t just fan it was F.. for fan and the month wasn’t just May, it was Man Animal and Yak a combination of three separate entities living a separate mundane life at separate places. But even after all the evolution just combined by a single genre falling into the category of animals, truthfully she made me realize the depth this life contains and the layer it reciprocates, where else I could have known the philosophy at its best. We had a special friend to accompany us on the hard times too, wherever you get strangled and whenever you just couldn’t proceed, Mam was always there at the time of need with our special lifeline mister stick, he was so friendly and humble that whenever you were disappointed all you have to do was close your eyes and remember the marks of fortune it left behind. You won’t believe it but for math we even had practicals. The beloved Mam would divide us into small groups to buy her groceries, sometimes vegetables sometimes incense sticks and the lucky winner will have a full sponsored lunch with miss cassette, the best way to make your friends jealous isn’t it. No doubt we always knew how the market was from the very beginning. It was a beautiful sight to see Mam sleeping too; giving us the simpler work to write “I’m Sorry” fifty times miss rubber plant wasn’t that rude. I sometimes feel it was a wrong step pushing her on the stairway but don’t worry Mr. stick and I did discuss the issue like men and it felt light sharing with him. My foundation stone of education was a different journey a road not taken imbibed with the pursuit of happiness, as those moments do no harm but always bring a smile. I still scare of that moment of getting lost on the roads of Bhatinda, not even knowing my own address but isn’t it the real purpose of education, to really explore and found you, to provide what you’re really seeking. In that evening when I just couldn’t figure next, when I was just sobbing. A person arrived, a person mild and calm, he asked where you belong my child and sensitively I replied B10. OK, he said and dropped me at the doors of the temple the adobe where I learned how to be a good and the gentle man, the place with a beautiful teacher and the pond where for a goldfish, there was so much to grasp.
Type B, quarter number 10.
By- Kshitij Sinha