Holy Moly Miracle

Holy Moly Miracle 

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For sure my story is not one which has a certain Emotional Quotient (EQ) but still it has something which gonna raise one's morale and I am writing for that.

Disclaimer: It's only meant for motivational intent. Here written achievements are not that much big but contribute a lot in achieving big. Here, No Self Portrayal is the motive of this story.

 

Well, we all are familiar with the story of Ram Setu and how it was built. Basically all the small stones, pebbles, rocks yada yada collectively put together to make that colossal bridge. Similar to that, small events of my journey changed my life.

 

I have been quite tilted towards my creative side of persona since childhood. The kitten I've drawn was my first art though it looks like gibberish pencil strokes trying harder to form a shape of a cat's baby. But still I've nomenclature for that kitten painting as "Junior Bravo ''. In Second standard we've assigned a few charts to make on Dussehra Festival. All I wanna score good in that assignment. I'd taken help from my bosom friend who's my classmate and was my neighbor also. Earlier he used to assist me doing these small art works because I was poor at art. But that time I was perplexed about his refusal. It was weird. Maybe we both were in the same school, sharing the same classroom also and the same bench too could be that reason or it was clouds of envy. Still i can't figure it out. 

The 'No' made me worried that how I'll make such a huge Creature Ravana alone. I was totally blank and it's 5:17 pm in the evening. I said to Mommy that I'll do it by myself and she replied with negativity because charts will not be available if I mess up with that Creature.

I was a bit adamant and soon, I'd made Ravana. It actually seems disfigured one but yes I was ecstatic and excited to show it to the teacher. Next day she appreciated me in front of the whole class. From that day I'd started honing my art skills. 

But, wait, lemme reveal the truth that the Class in-charge is my mum's friend and mum had told her the whole situation.

Also the refusal made me fine with my art and I participated in an Art Competition in Aurangabad, Maharashtra in class 8 where I won Two First and One Second prize. 

But I must say these ladies conspired to play a huge role in my Victory. If no appreciation was there, no empowerment would come and no such laurels could be achieved. 

This is part one and the next one is very ridiculous and exciting.

Chapter Five english text book class 4 "Monday Morning Blue" where the protagonists were Aunt Polly and Tom. Teacher said we're gonna read turn by turn. We replied yes ma'am in that very peculiar tone of exaggeration. My turn came. There were certain words which i actually mispronounced because i was unaware of the pronunciation. I pronounced Yacht as "Yaach", Monotonous as "Mono-to-nus", moaning as "Morning" and several other punctuation and retroflex mistakes I made while reading the text. 

Basically lemme take you all to the back lane that I'd switched my school. The earlier one school was really good and I was a bright student out there. But This one was the best in the Town. Taking admission out here was much difficult nearly synonymous to clearly clearing JEE exam at that age. Equations have changed now, and I was admitted to this school. There We've 10 sections, each section with 35+ student strength (All the OSDAVians can relate) means proper fully arranged set up for nervousness, anxiety, fumbling and all. Also the previous period was of Social Science aka EVS in which ma'am had asked all the newly admitted students the names of Planets and my mind turned to Tabula Rasa. My mind "Humein yeh to kabhi karvaya hi nahi" i responded like mam i don't know because we've not told yet. Soon, the whole class burst into laughter. I was feeling super deep down into a puddle of embarrassment. 

Current Mind Situation: "Making pyramids of over thinking in vast deserts of my mind in addition to enormous stress of how I'll cope up in this such big school" had completely messed up my confidence in reading that micro text. 

Well, From that I started having a phobia for English Language. You could not even get how creepily i managed to get myself fit into that English Box. Really it involves lots of cramming and like judging the sentence formation on the basis of how it was looking,  not giving much heed to grammar or any english format schemes. Finally, i had cleared my class 10 with all these #RattafiedSchemes. 

Non Medical Section B class 11 Periods turned to Lectures and Teachers are now Lecturers. It's too much pun. 

Again English Lecture, we're waiting for the teacher to come. She entered, I was excited and depressed at the same clock struck. Twist is, She taught us English in it's very Original form that how it meant to be taught. I'd developed all of sudden an interest in that subject. And Voila I am taking EWL classes there in college itself. Recently I'd won the National Level Declamation contest with a Super Second position. It still seems to be a dream. *Pinched my arm*. She'd actually made me what I am today. In terms of confidence, in matters of oratory skills, in depth of creative writing she'd actually helped me a lot. Proudly saying yes am her student. Right now with God's grace I am doing quite well in my field. The one thing she'd said to me, "It's very much okay to speak in English even if you're not making it right. But at least try to speak". She actually insisted we speak with her in English and also told us to mail her our assignments and queries. Since, EMail writing we all know is an important to-do in the corporate sector on a note we're much familiar since Eleventh. I don't know if a miracle happened with me at such crucial clock hours that had turned the tables. Now Yacht is "yot", Monotonous is "muh-not-n-uhs" for me , and I know pretty well where to give pauses while reading text also where to make our pitch raise and where to lower it while speaking. 

These are the two major aspects that in it's true sense turned a cocoon into Butterfly which Flies High #HighFlier in the ground's abode.