I, Me, Myself

Well I don’t know if my story of life is interesting or not but as I believe every character has a story and a character without a story is incomplete, so here goes mine.

I’m a little introvert; the things I convey through my writings would really be difficult for me to convey if they are not in story form. So, since my childhood I preferred writing over talking. I basically belong to a middle class family and my father is a railway engineer. Thanks to his transferable job that I had to adjust myself in a new place every 2-5 years. This not only affected my studies but also hamper my attitude. One thing I gained from it was a learning to handle every situation, good or bad, with a pretty big smile. Till now I’ve went through 4 cities and I’m extremely thankful to my destiny, Jamshedpur hold me for 10 big years. Let’s start from the scratch.

Bokaro:

Though I was born in Purulia, I never lived there. It was Bokaro which I remember as my first home. I attended my first unofficial school there, which was my nursery class. Though I don’t remember too much, I had a feeling stored of that time. The feeling when my brother was born, I was 4 years old. My mother was hospitalized, and I was away from her for the first time. It was not a too good feeling because the attention my brother got was quite enough to make me insecure. Well I took a long time to get through that insecurity. So I just started to gain consciousness when my dad got a transfer. Frankly speaking, as I don’t remember much of the place, I even don’t remember crying for that place.

Sini:

Sini, a small yet lovable place, it hold me when I started recognizing and learning things. It was the place I started making my own world. I made many friends but I remember three names: Shardashree, Dharini, and Ritwik. I was a kind of too quaky that time. Cycling, cricket, climbing the trees, dancing, fancy dress competition, sports day celebration, oh my goodness, so many good memories. It’s so strange, how memories faded away with time. But I have an incident in my mind that is worth describing. I had a fancy dress competition and my mom dressed me as a beggar. The competition was on the big ground we had in the small city, so I was supposed to go and interact with every person present there and make them believe that yes I truly was a beggar. As I told you I was an introvert and it would not be wrong if I say that too much people around me causes suffocation to me. So I tried to talk to 2-4 people and then I quit. Without informing my parents, I ran towards my home, locked my room, got my diary, and for the first time I wrote something, something like a poem. I miss those days, days of freshness and days of happiness. Well my dad was transferred from there when I was in 3rd standard, actually he was promoted. His promotion gave me the worst trip. Leaving the place I knew as my home.

Dongaposi:

When I first went to my Dongaposi home, I rarely felt any connection. It was a big haveli for me, and nothing more. And when I entered DAV Noamundi for the first time, little did I know that I would connect with these people so instantly. Yes, this was the place I got my true friendship from, the one I craved for. Swati, Sonali, Abhi, Jeetu, Saradasish, Arnab, Sweta, Manjeet, Amarjeet Bhaiya, Lucy Di, Sumit Bhaiya, Saumya, Ankit, Amit, Sakil, and many many more. If I kept writing the names my story might remain incomplete. Well my adjusting in the new place do affected my studies a little, ‘cause in Sini I used to top my class but here my position decreased to top 10 in the class. But I was happy here, and to my demise, my happiness last for very short time, my dad, once again was transferred, this time only after 2 years. Though I was there for only 2 years, the time period seems to be eternity. I guess I lived each day of my life there. Those 2 years were the best part of my life.

Jamshedpur:

This is the place which tested me and my patience like hell. I took 4 long years to adjust here. When I first joined my 6th standard in DAV Bistupur, I felt I was really among the jerks. I had only my brother as my friend. But thanks to the time period, I stayed for 10 years there and completed my schooling. This helped me to explore and know my school better. Though I always felt a pinch that I had been in so many schools that hampered my identity but I feel these situations made me tough enough to fight my inner demons. While in Jamshedpur, I initially felt nothing to be connected with, with time passing by; I got some real gems as my friend. Preeti, Puja, Sweta, Momo, Shashi, Sofia, DJ, Dheeraj, Anzar, Pranav, Champ, Pratik, Neel, Rohit, Setu, and the list goes on. Maybe not all are in contact today, but the memories are worth remembering. Something that really gone worst with these changing scenarios; was my interest in studying. I literally lost it. I started failing. But I never stopped. Luckily I scored pretty well than I expected in my 12th boards.

Kolkata:

I tried for NIFT that year. I remember well, I didn’t score well and thus I was not placed in any center. But I was pretty sure I want to do this. So I asked my parents for just 1 year and I got admission in Victoria College, Kolkata for English Hons. Well that’s the only subject I was capable taking of; seeing my marks. This time I was mature enough to adjust myself in an unknown place but maybe I was not mature enough to handle the thin thread of friendship and heartbreaks. I would say something was wrong in the year itself; otherwise not everything would have gone wrong. Leave, I guess I got my best group in this college, though I can’t claim it being still alive, yet it was the best. LASTS- Labanya, Ankita, Shyli, Tamali, and Smita; I guess it never matters if a thing lasts or not forever, the moments are always special. That one year with them, all the smiles, all the tears, all the fights and all the fears, I learnt a lot from that one year.

Jodhpur:

This is the place I believe is the turning point of my life; NIFT, Jodhpur. It’s said that there is a first time for everything and I had my every first time here in this college. My first “chai ki chuski” in tafri, my first “late night adda” with that chai ki chuski, my first trip with my whole batch to new places, organizing my first fest, my first girls trip to Udaipur, my first relationship and discovering my own identity. It would not be possible to recognize myself if I would not have landed here. Kumud, Rachna, Payal, Riya & Manish; my support system, my backbone; I have no idea how would I survive this real world if these idiots would have not guided me.

Bangalore:

Right now I’m interning in Future Lifestyle Fashion in Bangalore and I got some interesting personalities here. Avinash sir, Rickey sir, Abhinandan sir, Ekta M it’s my last year of college. I guess every person has to go through this phase of life. This is the phase when you feel as lower as much you’re excited. The feeling of getting into a new world and the feeling of leaving the most loved era. I can’t explain this feeling in words, I can just feel it. Sometimes you just wish to go back to the day everything was started, to start it all over again, but I guess life don’t give you that opportunity.

I’m 22 and pursuing B.F. Tech course from NIFT, Jodhpur. I can’t tell you how I look and I don’t like to judge people instantly. As I told you I’m an introvert and I love my personal space. My mom is a proud housewife and I've a younger brother who will hopefully crack the medicals this year.

Favorite food: Pizza and Paneer

Favourite movie: Harry Potter & Mohabbatein

Favourite Hero: SRK

Favourite Sportsperson: M.S. Dhoni

Favourite writer: J.K Rowling, Sidney Sheldon and Nicolas Sparks

Favourite book: Harry Potter, I too had a love story, Notebook, If tomorrow comes and many more.

Best platform: I got the best platform in the form of Launchora and I got some really good friends here (Aakash, Adi, Ankita, Aishwarya and many). Thank you Launchora and thank you guys for believing in me.

Hobbies: Dancing, Writing & Sketching

*Sorry for the late post but thanks Adi... You make me relive my whole life once again.