I born in an orthodox family where all males where well educated but girls never got that platform. I have two brothers since childhood they had been in hostel. I was enrolled in a convent school. In my first exam in standard one i got ZEROS in all the subjects written in bold letters in red ink.Still i was happy that what was written in my result sheet no one others had.I was different among the kids still happy because i had got red in all subjects & RED that was a fascinating colour actually…. that’s why i was damn happy.BUZZ BUZZ still i was happy. I thought i had got unique marks that no one ever got.I was in ecstasy. Happily singing and dancing on my way finally reached home thinking really i did some miracle. All saw my result but didn’t say me anything because i was the youngest one in family that time.. then i realized something fishy in my mark sheet.. I haven’t done any miracle. Later on for vacations i went to my grand-mother’s place & i enjoyed a lot as usual NANI KA GHAR thought. When i went back to the school, school kicked out me because i had vacation of one month and i spent four months there. Again a happy outrun in me that again i got a long leave from my studies.. So happy damn happy i was. Still school kicked me out or i kicked the school were the same thing for me. It was always better be option for me rather than everyday getting hits on my palm by my English teacher. She was the real haunt at that time. My most lovable teacher was my dance teacher who always loved me and would give me chocolates in last periods for performing something in class.I was the Michael jackson of my class.Later on till four years i was not enrolled in any school & no one was concerned about it. Then after four years my mom came in tension i will remain illiterate.So on her efforts i was enrolled in a slanted hut type school where when no one used to get admission anywhere they used to come there. All were lucky albeit me too was in one of them. In first exam i got 69th rank in class out of 70 students in class. I was so poor kid in studies. That was the first time strong sense of inferiority rushed in my blood that actually where do i stand.Then without anyone’s home guidance me myself started working hard for my better performance. God helped me out and i got ranks like this sequentially

3rd standard June -exam 69th rank
3rd standard Sept -exam 28rd rank
3rd standard Dec -exam 23th rank
4rd standard march-exam 19th rank
4rd standard June -exam 13th rank
4rd standard Sept -exam 9th rank
4rd standard Dec -exam 4th rank

And i got victory over something that was on myself. A NOTEBOOK & A PENCIL was the first prize of my life. I was now one among all with my identity. That was the first ecstasy that i could never measured of MY FIRST PRIZE.Credit was not that i won something.. credit was that i made impossible possible.So dream about impossibles.