From the age of 3 till 13: I hate school. I don't hate school because I am poor in studies or I am up to no use. but let me tell I am good at my studies. Its only the name 'school' makes me go sick and hate it. At the tender age of 3 when I got admission in the nearest playschool, I was told by my parents that I will get to play there with toys. The first day went well and so did the second and the third day. But , as soon as a month passed in playing; I was asked to bring my books from the next day. Now, I was felt that I was in great trouble and no one could help me out as no one would have agreed with me for I not going to school. So from that day; every morning when I was 5 steps beside my school standing with my father. I tried all shorts of ways to turn back to home. My father laughs and said to me, that when I was small I used to say him that I want to go back home because my stomach was not alright or I wanted to have a doze of medicines. Sometimes I purposely had kept my book back at home and when we were about to reach school I would pretend that I have forgotten my books.
Everyday, my father promised one thing in return to attend my classes. He sometimes promised met hat he would get my favourite chocolate or any food item that I wanted from the store. He even said me sometimes that he would take me to Anchit's place or Divya bua's house. Both of the mentioned places I used to enjoy a lot and were my favourite place for hangout. Specially Divya bua's place was like heaven on earth to me. There was an aquarium with a lot of type of fishes in it and I used to get to watch Debu chacha built up exibits for animals in Zoo Tycoon. I even used to play hide and seek in the parking with Bhola the helper who lived with Big Baba and Big Dadi and took care of them.
After my playhouse time period was over. I was now ready to step foot in a school where actually real classes will tent to start.
My father took me to a no. of schools for my admission. But every time I started crying at the time of interview. I did not give a single interview at any of the schools. This time the false promises also did not worked. At last I got an admission in K.V.Ballygunge Central School. At the very first day of the school; I ran away from the class. I was running in full speed across the big football ground beside the school building. Everyone over there was shocked seeing me. My father was running behind me to catch hold of me. And it was like a 'Chor- Police' game. "Phew" ; after so much of running I went straight back home and not to school again.
I studied in that school for at least one year. Till I gave my interview I in D.P.S Ruby Park Kolkata. That was my 7th school for giving an interview test. And guess what I passed it easily. There I did not cried because my parents told me that this was the school were my brother Anchit was studying. I happily believed him because I knew they were telling me the truth. They even told me that Divya bua would give me her Magic book. I knew this was also correct. So I happily went inside the small room all alone with a teacher leaving behind my parents to give my interview. At that time I got admission to D.P.S Ruby Park Kolkata in class UKG - B in 2005. Since then I have grown up studying in D.P.S. I am recently in class 8 (2013).
I hope I do not face the same situation at the time of my admission in collage because if this time I run I will be on my own to touch the blue sky.......
Everyday, my father promised one thing in return to attend my classes. He sometimes promised met hat he would get my favourite chocolate or any food item that I wanted from the store. He even said me sometimes that he would take me to Anchit's place or Divya bua's house. Both of the mentioned places I used to enjoy a lot and were my favourite place for hangout. Specially Divya bua's place was like heaven on earth to me. There was an aquarium with a lot of type of fishes in it and I used to get to watch Debu chacha built up exibits for animals in Zoo Tycoon. I even used to play hide and seek in the parking with Bhola the helper who lived with Big Baba and Big Dadi and took care of them.
After my playhouse time period was over. I was now ready to step foot in a school where actually real classes will tent to start.
My father took me to a no. of schools for my admission. But every time I started crying at the time of interview. I did not give a single interview at any of the schools. This time the false promises also did not worked. At last I got an admission in K.V.Ballygunge Central School. At the very first day of the school; I ran away from the class. I was running in full speed across the big football ground beside the school building. Everyone over there was shocked seeing me. My father was running behind me to catch hold of me. And it was like a 'Chor- Police' game. "Phew" ; after so much of running I went straight back home and not to school again.
I studied in that school for at least one year. Till I gave my interview I in D.P.S Ruby Park Kolkata. That was my 7th school for giving an interview test. And guess what I passed it easily. There I did not cried because my parents told me that this was the school were my brother Anchit was studying. I happily believed him because I knew they were telling me the truth. They even told me that Divya bua would give me her Magic book. I knew this was also correct. So I happily went inside the small room all alone with a teacher leaving behind my parents to give my interview. At that time I got admission to D.P.S Ruby Park Kolkata in class UKG - B in 2005. Since then I have grown up studying in D.P.S. I am recently in class 8 (2013).
I hope I do not face the same situation at the time of my admission in collage because if this time I run I will be on my own to touch the blue sky.......
