{"id":83,"date":"2022-06-06T16:49:56","date_gmt":"2022-06-06T16:49:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/archanafreelancer.com\/poetry\/?page_id=83"},"modified":"2022-06-06T16:49:56","modified_gmt":"2022-06-06T16:49:56","slug":"life-an-essay","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/archanafreelancer.com\/poetry\/?page_id=83","title":{"rendered":"***  Life &#8211; an essay  ***"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>The Story of my life\u2026.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Life began in Chennai for me. I went through a lot of shit as a child. Being naughty was not taken well by my elders. With Daddy&#8217;s beatings and my Mother&#8217;s neglect I befriended books as a teenager. Due to rebuke by peers and my own sensitive nature, I kept to myself and hated school. I went to school with a zeal to prove my perfect health. Other than full attendance and moderate marks I have nothing to boast of from my school days. Though I later regretted it and wished I had paid more attention to my classes and got prizes to boost my pride.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I did my 5th and 6th in Ooty &#8211; Nazereth Convent. I grew up admiring nature and reading Nancy Drew novels among others like Archie comics and so on. I was a fast reader &#8211; took hardly a day to read a novel. And then we moved to Vadodara &#8211; Navarachna school was when I decided to study well. I did not even try for IIT JEE and thought the likes of medicine is something beyond my capabilities. Now I know, had I tried I would have got into both. I had my first experience with love with a boy in my school and even fooled myself into thinking its true love. Now I realize it was just infatuation which I took a lot of time to get over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I studied hard and overcame my inhibitions when it comes to learning. I got 81% in 10th which is good given that the marks I scored in Hindi pulled my overall percentage down. Overall I was convinced with my ability in scoring marks in school. We moved to Coimbatore after that. The change of place made me slow to adapt to the school. However, Einstein&#8217;s theory of relativity and stories of Ramanujam and Gandhiji got me interested in studies once again and I did my 12th well scoring 94% overall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I would also like to bring to light my feelings of patriotism which grew with my age. It is during the exams that cricket matches with Sachin Tendulkar &#8211; the hero made me realize the importance of &#8220;winning&#8221;. Yes, winning does matter. With all this success we were all set to move to Mumbai &#8211; the greatest folly of our lives. I had to struggle to get into college. Not because of my marks because of over-confidence. I waited till late to apply for a college thinking I will definitely get a seat in any college.&nbsp; But, I was wrong. By the time I applied all the colleges had closed their admission process. I so wrongly wanted to stand different from the crowd and told my parent&#8217;s I will not enter engineering college even if I get a seat. The irony was I had to crawl on my belly to get a seat in a good engineering college. The first day of college I had to face humiliation because of some low souls. I cried the whole day at what fate had befallen on me. I was slowly slipping into depression. I must say &#8211; I bravely fought depression for the first two years and then fell head long from my 3rd year.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Years just rolled by coping with depression, husband, in-laws, son and completing my BE. After 10 years, in my 30 years of age I went out in the fray looking for a job and then tried many things including Civil Services, website designing and development freelancing and inside sales.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Now at 41, I am leading a successful and happy life. Phew, that was a long and winding path that I have taken to say the least!! \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Moral of the story: Love, Life, Happiness, Peace of mind and Success takes time to come but don&#8217;t ever give up for it will definitely come to those who deserve it!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Thanks for your patient reading\u2026..<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Story of my life\u2026. Life began in Chennai for me. I went through a lot of shit as a child. 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