It Became The Reason To Live.

In this Post, I would like to share the one and only battle I have won in my life.

I was in 9^th standard, I never was a good “English-Man”…

I scored 30 out of 100 in my English paper in the first terminal examinations, I never felt as ashamed as I felt on that particular day, because I am not supposed to be a failure in English, I always went to English medium CBSE school, how could I do that with my English grades… I felt I led down my family, my father used to be an avid reader of law books written in English and owned a large vocabulary, my siblings used to be too good in English, and at that moment I didn’t even use grammar properly.

I went to my English teacher, Mr. AK Mitra, and I told him all my feelings and asked him if he can teach me good enough to redeem my pride, he tried to test my passion by saying if I could be available at 4 in the morning every day, I agreed taking a few seconds to answer, then he insisted on 5 AM seeing my commitment.

I went to him for 7 months, every day at exactly 5 AM, I missed that tuition class never ever, I never know till date that where did I get that sincerity for English that I never preferred to skip my tuitions for the sake of a good sleep, he started it from the very basics, I was amazed to know that every verb, has five of its form, V1 to V5… he taught me Tenses, where to use ‘has been’ and ‘had been’ and the exceptions of English Grammar, I was in love with it, English is a true essence, I realized afterward. 

I became good to smart to brilliant in that subject, and the marks went up to 57 and and then up to 82 in the finals, he had been a real mentor in my life, I started reading novels, I read a lot of ‘em. I knew how to use the correct word at the correct places, it made me make wonders everywhere I go. I was a hero in my own world, where I was my only fan, and yes secretly, I admired myself a lot...

I preferred reading English even when my other subject was going to be tested in the next 12 hours, I loved it, I started to write journal, my personal diary, I never used a penny Hindi in it, because as far as I was going in this passionate romanticized love of English, I was developing a turn-off with Hindi.

I just wanted to be a leader in English, who know nothing about any subject in this world, apart from the love of his life, that’s English. Now I have read fiction, non-fiction, romance, action, crime and every genre that the classical mentors of mine created. I became friends with Erich segal to Mario Puzo, from Grisham to Sheldon, even I read Chetan Bhagat too, I love Jeffrey Archer and Ayn rand and my next target is William Shakespeare’s lot…OMG... lolzz… I started blogging, when I was sure that I would be able to impress my readers. I just want to make a statement out of it, make something, your reason to live, because where there passion lies, “impossible is nothing”.