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”.

The Alchemist

Unlike Many starters, I dint go for a Chetan Bhagat book to start my novel reading. Instead my brother handed over to me this book called The Alchemist, and he gave me 10 days to finish it. I was in my IXth standard, and the funny thing about my reading of that book is that I read it twice and I could not understand the story of the book, well it was like I was not used to reading a story which carried more than 200 pages, I read it again and this time around, I was able to fetch the essence of the beautifully written book by Paulo Coelho, and the best thing of the book is its relativity, the story never went on to a different track and stayed on the parallel track that everything related with everyone and the projectile reached perfectly with the last paragraph of the book connected it with the first paragraph, where santiago sleeps in an abandoned church, and the guy in that last stanza tells about his dream which was about that abandoned church, thats the beauty of writing a novel.