Do you love rain?
The drops sliding from the heart of clouds can deliver you
the sweetness of cool water drops and waves of happiness. There is no doubt that whenever
rain makes its way to our home, an unknown feeling erupts in our senses. When raindrops starts to shade the nature with
its millions of arms, many of us may dive into the depth of some memories,
sleeping somewhere in our vast stored database. Like all among who shares my
world, I too were happy to welcome rain until my family had to abandon our rent
home despite the heavy rain and the roaring thunders. We owed a few hundred rupees
for that narrow two roomed home, which my father failed to pay the owner amidst
the financial crisis. With my mamma, sister and brother we stepped into nowhere
with household goods and broken mind in the rain.
About
I had born to a middle class Christian family at Kottayam in 1987 June 11th.
My papa was working as a senior officer at a reputed exporting company when my
siblings and I were kids. My child hood delivered me colorful memories, as loves
were flushing into us from different directions. While it was not great, our
financial situation was good enough for us to start our education in the best
CBSE School in our locality. My father gained a high goodwill in the society
because of his helping mentality and social works. However, everything started
to turn upside down when he resigned from the exporting company and started a
hotel at Cochin.
The melt down
The first few years went smoothly, but soon we recognize
that present is not colorful as past. He managed to push the business for some
more years. However, the expected happened when I completed my seventh grade. His
share to hotel became negligible and had to transfer the hotel to others. Like
all other business families members of those times, I also spent my childhood nights praying to god to help my family gain the lost world. I felt
the erosion of our family statuesque in the society gradually. Yes, I learned that unbelievable truth - money
could lift us up or dip us down. I witnessed my parents rescue missions to
cover the inevitable from the relatives and friends. My student life was not
admirable as even I day dreamed in my class about the family situations and our
recovery. The tension that poured us in those years was a sample of the cyclone
that about to hit us.
My brother and I were shifted to state syllabus school in
our locality due to the severe financial troubles plus my bad performance.
Though the quality of education was extraordinary, the study materials in
regional language confused us significantly. When considering my bad performance
in the CBSE, I managed to secure my rank at the top ten in my new school. Terminologies
of science and maths in regional language were unreachable and built a strong
challenge for me. However, when I reached 9th I managed to secure
access to those subjects. After passing tenth, I got into the merit list for
the plus two science batch where my life’s worst time was waiting for me.
After my father left the hotel at Cochin, he set up a small
hotel at our nearby town with six to eight employees. However, after a few years,
he had to cut the staffs significantly until it reached one. From the eight standard,
my brother and I started helping father in the hotel and as a result we lost
all the amenities that were enjoyed by the kids of our time. Nevertheless, it
still remains as a pity in our mind that we could not give our full strength to
our father when we were able to. I regret that many times we pretended sick and
gone with friends in the ground for games.
We rented a home near our hotel and stayed there for three
years. Soon we had to find another home with small rent in the countryside (We
actually left our joint family home when I was in KG).
Back to school
During the summer vacation of my tenth grade, we moved into
a home, which was quite economical. We had to pay only Rs 300 ($6) for that
home, when comparing to the previous Rs 1000. I got admission to the plus two -
science batch of the same institution, where I completed the secondary school.
I was waiting for the new school year to come as I determined that I would
deliver my maximum effort in the higher secondary. Fate again double-crossed me;
I got fever, and was unable to reach school for the first week. However, I managed
to get into the class on the last day of the week but again fall ill and had to
waste another seven days.
When I entered into the class, I found many familiar faces
but it merely gave me any confidence. Mathematic classes were too tough, as I had
to sit the whole two years with blank mind. The fourteen valuable days of the
class covered almost all the vital portions of trigonometry, which was tough
for me by default. By the end of the academic year, our financial status became
too tough that we even spend times without enough food. Troubles were engulfing
us from head to root. Exacerbating these issues, as we failed to pay three
months rent to the owner, he forced us to abandon home in an unfavorable
situation.
That was rainy season and we received the final warning to
vacate the home. Our rent home was near my mamma’s home where her mother (retired
headmistress) and younger sister were residing. My sister and mother got admitted to her
family home and me with my brother got admitted to my mamma’s eldest sister’s
home. Papa stayed at hotel and soon he took us all with him, as our hosts were
seemed irritated with our presence after several months. My brother and I got the first get out ticket
and we joined papa and shared hotel bench. After a couple of months, he had to
take our mamma and sister with us as the hosts felt no longer capacity to hold
them. I completed my higher secondary in rich tension and worries, which I
believe made my brother and me, strong enough even to face the tornado. With
god’s grace, I repeated the first class victory in my plus two. I believe that
it was one of the best miracles done by god in my life.
Summary for the first post
Despite the setbacks, I enjoyed my school days like any
other kids in the world. My friends hardly see me without a smile. There are
tons of interesting moments of my school days lies behind to portray in the
clouds (hope in the near future). I got several chances to walk through the
thread of life and death. I touch the edge of death due to a chemical poisoning
when I was just four years of Old. I fall into a water tank when I was just
three. God helped me from all the troubles without causing even a slight wear
and tear. I believe that god sent us to earth with a mission. Moreover, we believe that these bitter experiences have helped us grew
mentally strong. As a bonus, God gifted us a great friend in plus two, Master
Sanu – who has an inevitable role in our recovery tale.
Next: The miraculous recovery
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