APRSc

Last fortnight, we had a good time as mom, dad & prasanth stayed here in PUNE for a 10 day period.  Almost every evening, we enjoyed chatting till late night about our childhood, education, daily routines, my marriage plans etc.  Plenty of things got my attention which should have been in my blog already.

One of them is my short stint in APRSc in 8^th class.  It is one of the prestigious (at that time) schools chain in AP run by AP government.  Somehow I got selected.  The “somehow” has a specific meaning here because really I could not believe myself when I came to know about my selection as my school topper Kishore not being selected.  Obviously I was on a high.  I don’t think I walked on earth that day!!!

This was the first time (and the last time too) I got a chance to say that I’m no more second to Kishore.  We didn’t discuss about this guy, na… Kishore is our school first in academics, quiz competitions and all other activities concerned to intelligent students including that damn school pupil leader position.  I was always 2^nd and was jealous about that fact.  I hate being 2^nd.  Rads (Read as Radhika, don’t want to tell you her name, we’ll have another blog for that story) was always behind Kishore, one more reason to hate him.

 Once news was out, I became the hero.  After all, I’m the only one selected from my mandal/taluka (whatever u call).  I think, I lived up to the moment by maintaining that status.  New dresses, new shoes… what not buddy… all new… brand new… yeah he he he… Prasanth became jealous and burnt my new sandals… but who cares?!!!

One fine (can I call it fine?) morning, I joined there leaving my parents in my home town.  Oh no, I didn’t tell you na, this is a residential school, where your entire life sucks within those 4 damn walls.  1^st day is bad.  But 2^nd day is worse.  Better if we forget about other days.  I was completely down leaving my parents, friends and my jolly life over there.  Forget about gals, yaar.  Came to know that after 15 days, I may get one week holidays for home sick.  But how to survive 15days? I’ve written at least 20 letters (post cards that time) in those 15days to my parents asking (in fact pleading) them to get me out of that hell.  That is time I came to know that I can write (which can influence at least some poor people who believe in me).  1^st time I came to know about home sick phenomenon also.  Dad worked hard to take me out of that hell, I can’t forget that effort.  At last when I came out of it, I feel like ufff… bach gaya saala…

Again joined in my old school, but not like a hero… zero? I don’t think so… anyway, I don’t remember those days much… but within 2 or 3 months itself, I think, I came out of that black period, thanks to… KAVS, new entry.  Rads out Kavs in!!!

PS: We’ll have a separate blog for KAVS too…