Once, I remember...

Before you proceed, I’d like to mention that this entry is completely biased (in whatever way you want to put it) and all that I have written is absolutely my opinion. And oh before anyone says I’m dogmatic, well, I’d say yah perhaps I am. In fact I think, to an extent, almost every normal person, who has an ego, is. If you think you are not, then you must be an angel!!

Even as I walk up the road,
I remember what it was to be down there,
I remember the journey never started.
And thus it will never end.

My road never called me,
I chose the one I wanted to.
Though, I’ve had hard times but,
My life has never failed me
And I hope it never will.

I do hold some grudges
And I definitely have my regrets.
But they have never stopped me
From dreaming my way.

I’d like to start with my very first year in this school. Things were very different then.
I had looked forward to a wonderful time here, in the best school of Delhi. I had always thought of convivial class mates who would be there to help and god knows what not! But it was not to be so. I instead was made the target of my fellow classmates’ 'growing-desire-of-becoming-bullies.' I can’t possibly blame them for everything cause I, perhaps was too dumb then, too innocent and too sensitive. I could never understand the methodology of their perverted minds. Actually I never really cared to.
I was only shocked to break from my shell of protection. I remember being miserable about all that happened in sixth standard. It’s definitely not the best feeling to be left out and be aware of the fact that no one cares. I have gone through those tough times and am only glad I’m over and done with them.