my firsts in delhi.

 It was sometime in June of 2008, the peak of summer in Delhi was just taking its toll on us. My father and I had just landed at the IGI airport. I was clearly excited about everything and we had a trolley packed with luggage and it was becoming nearly impossible for me to push it on the slant side walk. But I did manage and we reached my uncle’s apartment in Gurgaon. The main reason why i came to delhi was because i was not progressing efficiently in Kolkata in the past three years and my father decided it was time I saw delhi and its crowd. And he did the right thing by making me pack my bags for the capital city. I had just passed my 8^th grade with an average score and i was seeking admission in mount carmel school in Delhi for 9^th grade. Well my father wrote a letter seeking his youngest daughter’s admission but the headmaster rejected it and till now i think it was on a positive purpose. It was almost mid July and i was getting late for admission in any other school and moreover with the kind of academic result i had scored everything seemed to dim out on me. And out of desperation i was admitted with ease at C.S.K.M public school in southern part of Delhi. I hated that school but i could not complain because i was left with no other choice.

The first time i saw the India gate, the qutab minar, the big super colossal official buildings in Gurgaon, extraordinarily beautiful residential structures and the malls had a deep impact on me. Driving with my father at shanti path in central Delhi, the pricking heat and the much hyped-out, most promoted sarojini market, all of these eased out my mind and i could move along.  

The first few days in my new school were tormenting for me. i hated the uniform, i hated the toilets, the classrooms, the kids in the school playground and the hostel schedule but nevertheless with the experience of being in a hostel since 6^th grade i gradually blended well with the new crowd. Being a native of the north eastern parts of india i was poor in Hindi. All i knew was ’tumhara naam kya hai” and “mera naam chloee konsam hai”. They made fun of me and teased me and went through a bunch of humiliation. But despite of all the atrocities i did learn to speak hindi in few months and it was something of a miracle.  Along with English i conversed in hindi and with all the criticism i took over and spoke Hindi fluently. That was when i realised my eloquentness and my expressivity with words.  My new found friends were cool and fun to be with and i was delighted to find out that neither of them were selfish and mean as were in Kolkata. I decided to change my old habits and work towards being an extrovert. I decided to focus on my studies and make more friends and improve my personality, i started taking part in the activities and it changed my outlook towards life. Trust me, after few months i felt like a whole new person. The teachers treated me well and i started doing well in my exams and my performance took a commendable leap and once again i became proud of myself.

Throughout my 9^th and 10^th grade I worked hard and got out of that school with excellence in all my subjects in CBSE board exam and did proud to all my folks and friends. It was then I migrated to one of the prestigious school in Delhi and now in Delhi University Everything I did for the first time was one of the most marvellous moments and I owe all of this to my inner goddess who opened up and welcomed the change in me. And for the rest of the season till now i cherish how fascinating my firsts in Delhi were and i am pretty sure ill carry on making my life stunningly exceptional while i am still in Delhi.