Blowing our own trumpet is the worst thing which is done by people across any generation. If I remember my childhood even after securing good marks in class I never use to honk about it neither in the neighborhood nor in the school bus. I always tried to be as timid as I remember and for me, the marks use to be forgotten and forbidden after every result and neither I use to compare myself with other kids in terms of marks. If I remember my mother always use to scold me in the name of being less competitive and she uses to say that you never keep any person in front of your eye in terms of marks and capabilities. In a simple way, my motto was neither to challenge someone in terms of my marks nor I use to ask someone about their marks in various unit tests along with other things even related to sports.
As far as I remember my plain and simple reply to my mother was that I hate being competitive and I don't care about others how much marks they are getting rather I look at myself that my marks should be always good in my term exams and except maths I never ever got any red marks in my subjects till I become a little fidgety during Class 9, but gathered all my wits to clear the finals with good marks.
The other good thing was that I never concentrated on any individual sports achievements although our school Holy Cross, was the first one to introduce athletics from Class 1 and the Annual Sports was managed with great pomp and show.
My concentration was totally towards Group games which were Football, Basketball and occasionally cricket but most of the time those were only during the games period. Although, running cross country for around more than 15 miles was my favorite as we students have charted their own path of covering the entire outside of school premises which was near Railway Colony, Balidih and that December month always uses to give us much of happiness with full-fledged running. In this way, I also never remember in going to any other public school or Government Schools such as Bokaro Ispat Vidyalaya on their sports meet or any other functions and I never visited my younger sister Sweta's school on any occasion.
I don't understand the valueless generation from Bokaro Steel who in all their whims and fancies took their own thought of me being a tormentor in their life as they should ask their parents if I ever visited them to ask their results or talk about their achievements. My habit was to remain happy and I myself have not interfered in anyone's life whether they become a sales agent or drive a tempo along with being a businessman. The only thing is that I feel good if I see my school friends from Holy Cross School, Bokaro Steel City at any good position and do not feel any remorse in their name. So, I do remember many of the faces from senior to juniors but certainly, I keep to myself these days as I am not in any capacity to help any person and after going through much of the way the city whether the Bokaro Steel City or the NCR has treated me with deadly blows by beating me up without any good reason I better try to get away from the social pimps, prostitutes and their whorish talks which anyways is not my thought process ad neither I get interested in their social circles.
So, the thought about keeping myself away from the ugly faces where I do not believe in neither being attached with my cousins and nephew whose fathers were more in the capacity of either miser or lottery salesman along with few others being a clerk and the other jokingly persons who I never tried to be near and dear one's I kept myself away and feel proud about my own existence which is not delivered or packaged by someone else. Also, neither I ever honk about myself before them nor I tried to become a show-off as my thoughts were more towards keeping myself as the article says One should never honk about Ones own achievement as it reduces the capacities and competition is all about running with time rather than keeping someone's face in front of you and think about getting ahead of his or her and then get nothing in the world in the name of "ACHIEVEMENT".
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