Confessions of a "Municipal School teenage boy"

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My family background actually rocks! You know what I mean. My father is just a construction worker but working in Dubai and my mom like other Indian lady she is a housewife. So, Education is a bitter to my genetic code. At tuition, I was doing the usual stuff not listening but watching and at home, I was sleeping, eating and the obvious. But I wasn't satisfied with the monotonous life, it was very boring to me. One day at tuition, I really wanted to strike conservation with this beautiful girl. I went to her and said hi, what is your name? I was shocked she actually replied and said I’m nikita kaur from St Joseph school. I was battling an insurgent infatuation at that time so I couldn’t concentrate on the conservation and my eyes are basically lost in something else. My first convo with a convent girl was terrible. But I did notice something; she was talking swiftly in English and Hindi mostly about studies.

I asked my nerd friend, Hey! why don’t you speak to these girls in tuition? He asked me, what is the purpose of speaking to them? I hid my intentions and told him; you can learn a lot from them especially English. He was like no man I am not interested. But I want you to do me a favor, teach me this bloody mathematics, so that I can at least ask those chicks doubts. A Pact was agreed by my studious friend. Every weekend I go to his house and get drilled by him in mathematics. I asked him, what inspire you to slog like this when none in our school actually not after textbooks (Inside my mind I thought of telling him everyone is after chicks)? Then, He started of telling his sad story almost sounded like any sad Hindi movie. I was able to understand something in mathematics but this bloody calculus is a bitter word for me. I decided to ask some doubts or questions to the tuition master to show off in front of girls.

There is always uncertainty and twist to the life. We always aspire to do something but we end up being something though we had good focus according to our self. This applies to me also; the show I wanted to put in front of girls exposed my vulnerabilities and it back stabbed me. I asked some lame question to the master I think, he screwed me big time by drilling me in calculus and the whole class burst into laughter and I burst into tears. Everyone in the class started making fun of me as if I don’t deserve to be in the class. My nerd friend is only sympathetic to me and urged me to buckle down. This is the point of realization you know, I thought if I could show off I may get some chicks coming down to me. But I realized even if I prove my intellectual capacity though I am not, it won’t get me any chicks because most of the convent chicks are only lured by money and power. After each tuition class, I follow these kids to understand how they behave outside class. I peep inside the glassed doors of Ice cream parlor and feel jealous of their privilege. At those moments, I realized the differentiation and integration of life before digging into the real calculus.

I thought I have done all the mischief without realizing that I am not entitled to do those things because education is the only way to uplift myself from lower middle class status. It is the degree or college education I am going to earn will bring laurels to my family and eventually changes my genetic code. But I don’t want to be like my nerd friend and I can’t be. I have started preparing very well for my board examinations. Mathematics has changed from a very tough subject to challenging one and others are ok. I have to specially thank those convents girls and guys I may pass English paper. I am left with only one week to go for exam, so I need to study very hard.

Broken Dreams- Part2- Wonder girl Kalpana

Ezhil was grappling with superstition after his sister’s end and started contemplating incidents which may occur. He even had scuffles with his friends for saying this incident will occur. He once went to the extent of telling his friends that his mathematics teacher will die soon otherwise he will tonsure. Of course mathematics teacher did not die and he was beaten by his classmates. Years passed as usual and he got promoted to 5th standard. It was a norm in his village to celebrate every promotion of class because only a few students from his village used to get promoted. His village was gifted to have a river which used to taste salty and sometimes good. The river was used for washing clothes, sometimes children used to swim. Ezhil was fond of swimming but he was not able to learn swimming because no one was willing to teach him. Hence, he dropped the plan to learn it for now.

Some of his village friends who didn’t get promoted usually take up farming or other traditional occupations. Sometimes, Ezhil thinks he shouldn’t follow the path of others in his village. He thought of becoming professional and a unique person from his villagers. His semi town school was co education. His association with a girl called Kalpana who is one year elder than him brought happiness to life. It was his first association with a girl and she used to share a lot of things with him. The stories of Kalpana were interesting to Ezhil because it was coming out from the mouth of Kalpana. He could not understand what relationship between him and her is in that tender age. He thoroughly enjoyed her company during their tour to mahabalipuram. He also understood what all girls used to discuss among themselves. He was amazed when he saw these girls talk about love and marriage at 6th class.

One day at school, Kalpana run to Ezhil to discuss something very important. It was a shock even to Ezhil because what she said to Ezhil was something he could not handle at that age. Some guy from neighboring school was ogling at her all the time she goes to home and he follows her all the way to home. She also said, one time he even tired talking to her but she ran off from that place. Ezhil was puzzled and could not understand the situation clearly. He asked her to chuck it. She also consulted with her friends and decided to go in some other route to her house.

The school was suddenly buzzing with the talk of school pupil leader and assistant school pupil leader. The school has only class till 6th standard so traditionally only 6th and 5th standard students can become school pupil and assistant pupil leaders respectively. Kalpana approached Ezhil to cast in the election as assistant school pupil leader since she was close to the person who was standing as school pupil leader. Ezhil also heeded the request of Kalpana and campaigned along with that person. Ezhil won the election by vast majority to become assistant school pupil leader. He sincerely thanked Kalpana for her efforts and support. The relationship of Kalpana was ended when he shifted his school to some town English Medium matriculation board.
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Broken Dreams-part one- Village Boy

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This is a story of a man who wants to be one of those rags to riches story but it was shattered due to the hypocrisy of the people surrounding him and his unlucky life. He was born in the helmet of some unknown shanty village in the southern cone of India. His name was Ezhil. His parents were uneducated, poor and naïve. They were suppressed by the so called elite upper caste and doesn’t enjoy the freedom of education in their times. His mother badly wanted her children to get education. She cannot meet the ends because of inappropriate spending of his father.

He had three siblings, two sisters and one brother. One of his siblings died when he was at the age of eight. Unfortunately, other two of his siblings were enrolled in the regional language school of that southern state. This state is known for rhetoric speeches or demagogues by the politicians about the native language but they failed to protect or live up to their linguist chauvinism. The compulsory state language policies were totally failed and can’t stand against the charm of English language. Everyone in the cities and towns enrolled their children in English medium schools but ezhil’s parents’ were ignorant and forced them to enroll his siblings in native language. Ezhil’s sister savitha was known for her eloquence in her mother tongue. She used to win any oratorical or essay writing competition conducted in her school.

Ezhil’s brother Kalaignar was considered to one of the best muggers in his school days. He used to top his class until 8^th standard. Since he was enrolled in a state board school, he can top any subjects just by memorizing without understanding it. The state board system in this state is best known to be obsolete and purely based on rote learning. The academicians have criticized the state Government for not looking into the curriculum and change it to meet the real needs of education. Kalaignar was scared of filthy relatives who come to house and gossip about others. He is also famous among his friends for grand mom or father stories. His friends used to love him because of his innocence and harmless behaviour.

Ezhil was the second last child in his family. He was fortunate in the whole family to go to an English medium school because his father was enlightened by his cousin that only English medium schools return you with lot of money. His father got wooed by the money part since he was poor and enrolled Ezhil in English medium school. In his childhood days, Ezhil doesn’t like to go to his schools because he was literally helpless in his school. Though his mother was a housewife and had good formal knowledge on their mother tongue, he never learnt his native language from her. He always used to be very poor in his mother tongue subject. When he was at 3^rd standard his younger sister died, he was very upset and depressed. Though he couldn’t grasp the happenings of the event well enough but he cried a lot because he can’t feel the life of his sister who was lying on the table. The pain of the moment made him mouth struck in his class for a long time and he got relieved only after a month.

Story will continue………..