Now I was one of the HEROES of my class

I don't know how much others agree with the fact that the childhood of those of us born in the last century was so magical and magical. Today, when we can easily afford to sit in our rooms and get nostalgic, we keep realizing what a wonderful era we have lived. We have seen a very wonderful era. We have made so many memories.

  
I have a good memory. I can still see many old memories of my life clearly in my mind. I used to get beaten up by my mother but my father would come and save me before I got a slap. I used to tease my mother with my eyes that 'Papa is here, try and beat me now'.

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Those old days were such as if we children were still celebrating our arrival in this world. We wanted to cover the distance of the whole world by making a motorcycle out of our hands. Those old days were such when we used to be actors, scientists, superheroes, everything.

I was so young at that time that my elder friends did not allow me to play cricket with them. That is why I used to catch dragonflies with boys of my age. Children who got a lesson for their mischief in childhood never did such mischief again.

This was the time when the sky was blue and in that sky, kites from all over the locality used to compete to kiss the sky. As soon as any kite got cut, the group of children watching the kite coming down used to run after the kites as if this kite was not a kite but a falling star. Many times, while trying to catch the kite, the kite would get torn and then a fight would start between the looters. If fights were as innocent as those, then perhaps weapons would never be invented.

That was the time when our world existed within a kilometer of our house. We never explored the world outside that area on our own. We were small and did not go to school at that time. We did not study at home either. That was the time to just play and understand the world.

Once a boy a little older than me said, "Come and see my school, let's go for a walk."

My younger brother and I went with him. He was telling us the route to return all the way. We went to his school. And once done watching his school, we started coming back to our home.

Soon we lost our way and only a lost child understands the fear of getting lost in childhood. We took different routes but instead of reaching home, we kept getting farther away from home. In those days, no one had heard about mobile and even landline phones were rare and to top it all we had only an intercome with manual exchange calling facility. We got tired and sat down on the roadside and started crying.

We did not know the address of our house so we just kept saying that there was a very big mango orchard in front of our house and a factory on the other side of the road, but this information was not enough to take us home. Someone asked our father's name. We told him immediately.

Someone asked 'what does your father do?'

We told him. Then he understood who we were. One of them dropped us home. We were thrilled. That day we thought we might never be able to reach home but we reached home.

That day, for the first time, after going to someone else's school, the thought of going to school came to my mind and saying yes to my father who wanted me to go to school. I was a very naughty child and my actions did not indicate that I would have even the slightest interest in studies.

That day I found an attraction in going to school. I thought that I would go to school every day because children going to school were given money as pocket money for expenses every day. I thought that would be good for my kites.

I too was admitted to a nursery school. I was one of those rare species of children who get very excited on the first day of school. After spending 5 hours in school on the first day, I felt that the decision to go to school was very wrong. In those days, the concept of play school was not very popular.

I was admitted in class 1. The studies here were not interactive and fun-based learning like today's play schools. Moreover, the teacher here looked very polite but was a very ruthless person and his ruthlessness and distance from home made me realize one day how challenging it is to go to school.

From that day onwards, a chapter of making excuses for not going to school began in my life. I would wake up every morning and make excuses for not going to school and every morning first I would be persuaded to go to school by offering many temptations and then our orderlies would forcibly take me to school.

I would reach school crying and carrying a tiffin that was heavier than my school bag. At that time, it was not like today that teachers were afraid or hesitant to punish children even for small mistakes.

The situation was such that the family members themselves would tell the teachers, “If he misbehaves, punish him”.

In front of the family members, the teachers would say smilingly “Hey, he is still a child, why would we beat him.”

But if I ever made even a small mistake in the class, then my heroism would be on the test.

In those days, except for 2-3 teachers, all the other teachers were not so good. Since I was a very naughty child, I often got the thrashing. Although I was not a bully, however, I understood one thing in school itself the world is bad and if you do not fight for yourself, then no one will fight for you.

On the first day of school, no one gave me a place to sit. When I went to the first bench, a boy said that someone else was sitting there. On the next seat, someone said that his brother would sit there. I went from one desk to another to keep my bag but I could not find a place anywhere.

Finally, there was an empty bench at the back of the class, and seeing the dust on it, I guessed that probably no one sat there. As soon as I kept my bag there, a girl came and shouted, "Sit somewhere else. We all keep our lunchboxes here."

I was very scared by the screaming voice of that girl and the crowd of children around. I was very young but I felt that I was being tortured. And that was wrong.

I was a hero among the children of my locality. And I thought that today, the first day of school would decide whether I would be a hero in the future or an ignored character. Although I don't raise my hand to girls but she was the first girl in my life whom I slapped. One slap from me and she started crying loudly.

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On the very first day, I had to go to the principal's office because a complaint was made. That girl's parents came and called me a demon. But I kept quiet. There was talk of my expulsion from school on the very first day, but considering the kind of girl she was, everyone thought that she must have done something that led to this situation.

After a few days, the matter was hushed up. After that day, no one dared to say anything to me even in jest. Later, I also mingled very well with my classmates. Now I had become the hero of the class and everyone wanted me to sit next to them.

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