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My life so far, a work in progress
I was born in a village of India in a very conventional family. When I was one year old we moved to the nearest town from our village. I behaved just like a normal Indian child during my kindergarten years (cramming all the academic stuff without thinking, and did what I was supposed to do). When I got into 2nd standard my parents put me in a hostel (it was a mutual decision, they asked and I acquiesced). I acted brave on the surface but inside I was praying every single day that my parents would come and get me out of this place. And surprisingly it worked, I got jaundice after six months and my parents brought me back home. After that I spent 3 ½ years in my home playing …show more content…

I also explored many sports there like football, basketball, softball, badminton, lawn tennis etc. But what I loved the most was the fights I used to get into with my dorm mates. It was an all-boys hostel so nobody cared about the looks only the one who was the strongest shall survive and be respected. So there was always a fight going around somewhere in my hostel. In the second year of my hostel I decided to do something about my English. So I started off by reading comics and then a lot of fictional novels. I even read the whole oxford dictionary in hope that it will improve my English but it didn’t because though I knew the meaning of words I wasn’t able to bring them when required. But I did not give up and tried harder. Till class 7 I was mean, selfish, evil, self-centered and a hardcore narcissist. But an incident changed me and I became a giving and selfless person. I was a topper in my school till 8th standard. Then I lost interest in studies and the best student became the most notorious student of the school. I even went out on an excursion by crossing the hedges late at night with my friends. The next day I found myself in the vice principal’s office writing a letter of confession about my felony of last night. They expelled me from the school in 9th standard. It is very hard in India to get admission in 10th standard and I too faced difficulty in getting admission into

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