"A Walk To Remember"

This post is part of the Write Tribe Festivals of Words-3 and today's prompt is Inspiring Stories.

I am going to talk about an important event of my life which happened in September 1990, when I was only 11 months old. Yes, you can figure out my date of birth now. When I was a child, sometimes my mother used to tell me this incident whenever I asked her to narrate a story.

So, it was a summer night; my brother recently watched a Naseeruddin Shah’s film. This film had a scene where an infant kid walked when he was only 8 months old. So my ambitious 8 year’s old elder brother thought why can’t his real brother walk, when he is already 11 months old.

He decided he will make me walk the next morning. He slept well that night and woke up with the determination that today my little brother will be walking like that kid in the movie. 

It was 5AM; everyone was still sleeping when my brother was all set to launch me just like a space scientist is all set to launch his Satellite Vehicle. He took me with him and worked hard with me for an hour or two, failed many times to make me learn the way to walk and then he did it. 

I was walking for the first time and he was the first one to witness that moment. Every time my mother used to tell me that story, I used to be so fascinated. Not only with the story, but by the determination with which my brother accomplishes everything, he always had a strong way with life. 

Once he failed in a terminal examination [mathematics, I guess] when he was in standard 8th and he took it to heart so much that he never ever failed in his life again and in the process, he became an IITian, got a job, resigned, then became an MBA from National University of Singapore and got a big shot job at some big shot MNC. I am not bragging about his achievements but trying to explain his point, which is not to lose again ever because failing was a sour experience and he made up his mind that it’s something he will never ever taste again.

Now I am not sure, whether this story is inspiring or not, but yes, this is special, this is real close to my heart.

-Amritt

My cup of tea

When I was an eight year old... One of my teachers gave me a piece of his knowledge...I was taught that all of us have a skill... A skill that no one else in your community can do the same with so much perfection or so effortlessly... A skill that no else can match... A skill that you can say "Its mine"... I am the BEST at it... That was the day I started to find "my perfect skill"... Days passed, months passed, but I couldn't realized my skill... I tried Karate, Cycling, Cricket, Singing but I was never like the perfect one in any of them... Then the 1st terminals of the 4th standard came... I forgot the skill thing and concentrated on studies... On the day we had our Maths paper... The Invigilator did a mistake and gave me only one sheet of the question paper... Which was supposed to be two... My question carried only 72 marks and as it was obvious, I was the first one to finish the paper. After one whole day I realized that I wasn't provided the remaining 28 marks... For that, I appealed to Mukherjee Sir to let me solve the remaining problems... He agreed and told me to give the examination at the Examination Section only & gave me only 10 minutes for those 28 marks (all of them were big calculations)... When the results came, I was amazed to see myself scoring a hundred as those 10 minutes were not much... I gave a thought to it, "Is calculations my perfect skill", and I answered myself "yes, it is"... At that little age I could tell the product of 765 and 329 in 10-15 seconds... and I can still do that adding another 10 seconds to it...

Now I can say.... CALCULATIONS: That Was It...

My schooling: Continued

My School which used to run in a rented place, now had its own building at a new location called Bulaki Road. Our Principal Mr. P.Hazra, with the help of his few contacts received this new building as a gift from Mrs. Malti Saha and his son Mr. Jyoti Saha, a leading industrialist who has some link to giridih, thus leading to the change of name of our school, now called Badri Narayan Saha DAV Public School, I was in Class 1, when I first attended my classes at the new building. Our trustees The SAHAs used to come to our school every now and then for different functions and on other important dates and because of that, a feeling grew inside me that I am getting the best possible schooling in town and that made me proud, really proud.

My schooling: The first few days

The very first thing I can remember about my life is myself getting into the main entrance of DAV Public School to give interview for my admissions in the LKG Class. It was March of year 1992, I was wearing a Blue High-Neck Jersey [I still remember it because I loved that]. Monica Ma'am took my interview and it was well-accomplished as I got the admission. The very first day at school, life introduced me to FRIENDSHIP in the form of Amit...we were classmates, benchmates, then friends and very soon Buddies.

When I went to UKG, my colony friend Abhinav with whom I used to spend 15-16 hours a day, joined me in school as well, and there formed the Trio of us...Amrit, Amit & Abhinav...At that time, I was not even 6. Life gave me 2 of my best friends at some age when one doesnt even understand what Friendship is all about so did I. My school was located just in front of my home so I never had that so called feeling "Home Sickness."



-Amrit Rukhaiyaar

The Story behind the Name: AMRIT

I was born on 11th of october, 1988, into a middle class family of Giridih district in the state of Bihar [later after division of Bihar, Giridih became a part of the newly formed state Jharkhand]. It was sunday, my family already consisted of 5 members and then I born as the youngest member of the family and the 2nd son of Mr. Dhirendra Prasad & Mrs. Neelam Prasad. My other siblings are all elder than me, the eldest of all is my sister Deepshikha, then my brother Anshuman and then my 2nd sister Divya. I was named Viswanath as congress leader Vishwanath Pratap Singh really impressed my dad a lot. Some 2-3 years later when VP Singh was accused of some illegal operations in some scam and was found guilty, my dad decided to change my name and then I was renamed as Amrit.

-Amrit Rukhaiyaar