As a student in school I was very shy, introvert and reserved. Not shy may be I felt, sometimes during the periods of contemplation which I found myself in most of my free time.


All through the classes till 10th, I was flowing with the stream of classes without bothering to put any effort in matters of study. Don't know what triggered me when I reached 10th that I was into scoring tons in all the tests. My teachers began to notice me. Noticeably, my classmates became aware of my presence in the class. The English teacher who made me stand outside in one of his classes for failing to bring the English Workbook (I felt the punishment to be harsh and so cursed the teacher for ill fate and as a matter of fact in a month's time he got transfer orders to North-East) became very friendly with me.
Even the very strict Mathematics teacher had a smile every time I was with her. I was basking in all the attention given by my teachers. Board exams came and went. I stood 3rd in my school and was soon transferred to Trivandrum to continue my studies in Kendriya Vidyalaya, Pangode from the small town Kendriya Vidyalaya -II, Kasargod, from the Kerala's North to its South.


I had lost all the reins on my thoughts while in Class 11. Time flew, as did my thoughts. And then in one English class came a question to me, "Are you not confident?".


Unless asked to, I didn't let myself do or undertake anything. Towards the end of Class 11, the teacher, Ambily Miss, as we call and I remember fondly asked us to write and bring an essay on the Freedom at Midnight (Jawaharlal Nehru's) to the class the next day. In the class, the next day she asked someone to read his/her essay. No one stood up. And she picked a person at random for reading the essay. As luck would have it, it wasn't me but the person next to me and he being one known for his laziness didn't have his essay ready and I had to lend mine to him. Having a great handwriting that could be used for sending encrypted messages between nations, he couldn't go past few words that I had written.


He was caught and so was me. And then the question was posed to me for which I had no answer (as always :D).


It was the time when the last of the tests before the Annual Exams was being conducted and surprisingly I scored almost everything that was up for grabs. The question did ignite a fire in me, that to excel. It had the desired effect to fuel me all through the Class 12 and the boards. I began to write, I was asked to write for the School Magazine by Ambily Miss. I thought it was just for the sake of inviting articles and didn't expect my article to get published. But it got nevertheless bringing in rave views. I never truly believed the responses that I got for my writing were accurate enough and found it to be just for the sake of saying so. I still doesn't believe when someone says that I write good.


My teacher always had those inspiring words for every article or essay that I write and I always believed it was because she was my teacher. Still I strive to be better, to show that its not that I wasn't confident but because I didn't Will to. I always felt to express my gratitude to her for waking me up from the slumber but I felt, its not the time yet. Met her after 6 long years in my friend's wedding but still I longed to achieve more before I credit my success to her. Thus I wait.


This blog is the result of that question. And so are the things that I seek to achieve.