totally into sports.. and cultural events like how I have always wanted. Yes ofcourse there was a lot of hurdles in me

wanting to do many things but by now my parents and other people around me knew me as a person who had a mind of her own.

They knew I would do things I like. Yes I was stubborn… and was termed as a rebell – but is like being certain about

and if this was being rebellious.. then I was loving it….
Expectations increased as I grew up. As every mother wishes for her child my mom too did have certain expectations.

She never forced me to do a thing but she did want me to be more ‘focused’ as she termed it. When people would ask me

what I wanted to do in life I would say ‘have fun’. I’d never thought of if I wanted to become a doctor a lawyer etc etc etc.

 well but like they say advise comes in free so got a loooooootttt of it..
Oh!! it so used to piss me off but nevermind.. did get through that. Year after year I was more into doing what I

wanted to and 8th grade was selected to attend the intercollege sports meet. The sad part was that my best friend (Ria)

who was also my practice partner wasnt selected. Nevertheless she was very supportive and was there every morning at 730am

on the sports field. I never could wake up early but 6 months every night i slept I would wait to get up.
.. and it was the big day.. I was all set to represent my school and was all excited.. My best friend had bunked school to

attend this event. She was very dear to me and I realised that say that her presence made a lot of difference… I won that

day.. and for me that particular moment was just it.. would never forget it.. hard work does pay off.. Ria was more happy

than I was.. We both hugged and cried.. Wonder why we cried but I guess we were so delighted.  I was to treat her and so

treat then was may be getting her something from the school canteen. So I did.
10th grade was a memorible experience. I was amongst the group of girls selected to go to a different city for a

intercollege cultural fest. And Ria was also one in the team. I was a typical teenage girl who had studied in a convent all

life. I was excited that I was finally getting out of this cage and meeting new people…
Things cant go as smooth as it seems especially in real life… My parents refused to send me as I was small, immature and

loads of reasons.. My sister (Methi) helped convince my parents at least to the point where they said ok… may be not

whole heartedly but all i knew was it was an OK.. well so I was off and then a whole series of events explored the real me…

more to come
 

 We were a family of five, me being the youngest. My father (Yash) was a businessmas, mom (Maya) a home maker and two very intelligent sisters (Kajal & Methi) successful in their own field of work. I was the spoilt bratt as was known to the world… all i needed was a chocolate bar each time i went out… an ice-cream when i say the ice-cream van, a teddy bear every 3 months… and every one to pamper me in a way they have never done before…

I joined the same school as my sisters did… was a girls convent… had the same teachers as they did and all of them knew me as Kajal and Methi’s spoilt sister. From when I was in grade 4 my parents were called every month on the parents day to meet my teachers. By 7th grade I was used to it… All that would happen was kind of a routine by now…

Dad – Hello madam, how is my daughter in class
teacher – Hello Mr. Yash I must say I never seemed to have a problem with your other two daughters, your third daughter is very naughty.. her mind is always pre-occupied with something, she is got a 70 % which I would’nt say is bad but she sure can top the class like her sisters.. a little more effort and concentration can get her there easily…

My dad and mom would listen patiently… while I am waiting for my teacher to finish… I dread going back home on these days.. I know it would again be the same stuff repeated about how hard working my two sisters were and how hopeless I was… Dad wouldnt say too much but Mom wouldnt stop. It would then be followed by a week of no going out, no calling up friends, no staying back in school to play, and the list goes on…

It would be the weekend when I get to meet my grandmom that she would take care of the situation. The cycle continued as long as I was in school. I hated it but learnt to live with it. I always thought to myself where was I going wrong. I alway asked myself well is it a must that if my siblings were super intelligent in studies topping the class year after year.. even I need to be like that. I wasnt bad you know.. well..yeah I was an average student… and I was happy that way… I preferred being an average student and also taking part in other activities like sports and  cultural events.. I liked all of that… I didnt want to be a book worm…

Years passed and i was in High school… did I change.. or did people around me change.

more to come keep reading….