School days are supposed to be the most memorable days of one’s life. But at this point, going to school doesn’t really make me happy. And its got nothing to do with studies or exams. In fact I am someone who loves to study, not all subjects of course. I dread Math and don’t really enjoy Geography but History fascinates me and English continues to remain my favourite subject.
I can’t wait for a new academic year to begin. When Mumma gets the fresh set of books from school I run to open my English text book and devour the stories there. I remember being hooked onto “The Merchant of Venice”, I read it so many times that by the time the teacher taught the lesson, I knew it by heart. My love for studies came from an innate desire to learn something new. When I started schooling, Mumma made it a habit to make me sit and study in the evenings. I loved this precision. It worked well for me as I enjoyed what I did and that reflected in my grades. I was the school topper. But that invited the wrath of many children and parents.
I was the pet of many teachers much to the annoyance of some kids. “Nerdy” “Padaku” were some of the names I was called. The naive me often bent her head down and walked away. I remember sinking my head in the pillow and sobbing silent tears. But as I grew up and saw how different my life was compared to many of my school mates, be it in terms of my career and lifestyle which I could indulge in because of the money I made, I realised it was my hard work and perseverance over the years that had paid off.
I always wonder why people shame those who are studios. My good friend Karan was shamed more than me ,the kids often called him a “sissy” as he loved burrying his head in books instead of going out to play.
Shouldn’t each one of us be free to indulge in what we love without fear of ostracisation?
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My theme for the challenge is
“A slice of life through Myra’s eyes” – a fictional tale of growing up and learning some vital lessons about self love, feminism, sisterhood, a working woman and the essence of being a woman in urban India.