write an incident which has changed your life forever
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I'd like to give a brief history as to how my transformation happened.
It was 12:45 pm. I was laying on the bed with my friend beside me in his house. I was staying at my friend's as my parents had left home as my father had important health check ups and I had Annual exams to get promoted to 9th standard.In the midest of our drowsy conversation the phone rang. My friend's younger sister took the call. Didn't know what made her drop the phone call and she handed over the phone to her mother. Aunty, controlling all her emotions (I thought she didn't pretend), asked me to get ready to go to my village where my parents were as she said my father's condition was a bit critical. Then an uncle from my neighbourhood picked me up. I didn't eat anything. After a 12 hour long journey, I reached my village and found a huge gathering outside my home. When I entered, I found my father laying on the floor wrapped in white clothes, with my family members surrounding him. My mother and my aunt was crying breathlessly, asking my father to wake up. Then only I realised he is no more. He had left us 12 hours ago. I just couldn't get outta the sudden shock. I held his hand and requested god knows how many times to come back to life. Cried a hell lot and went senseless. At 1:00 am, I got back to sense and found myself in the grave yard and as the ritual I bid 'Mukhagni' to my father. Saw his face for the last time ever. The face, which taught me a lot of things, brought in me the real quality a child should have, lessons one should know to survive in this society, was fedding away. Later I locked myself in the exact room where my father spent his last few days for a complete day. I was blank. I just didn't know how to react.I, being a mere 14 year old lad, lost my father at the earliest of my life. I was supposed to be calm and composed and have to control and console my mother who was broken by the sudden demise of my father. We two were the most helpless souls alive. Life turned out to be a standstill then.During those days, each and every family member comforted us and later they never responded. Even when we asked for help no one showed up. So later we tried to make our own way of leading our life.My mother being the headmistress of her school, never let me feel the pain of not having my father. She, with all her commitments, gave me proper education and supported me everytime, everywhere.My father had taught me three things in life to be precise.Never let anyone control you. Try not to depend on anyone.Never ever give up. If you aim for stars you may end up on moon(at least)Be with good and wise people. Make real friends.Two years later, I passed my matriculation with a descent percentage. Prepared for Jee. Unfortunately, I didn't make it to any IITs. But got into NIT Rourkela.How do one feel when all his friends have parents outside the exam hall but he has to walk past silently. Even during the admission time at NIT I was standing alone in the middest of happy parents with their children. Thus, I don't bank on anyone except my mother and a few of my friends. Being a typical state board guy(I belong to odia medium),I tried my level best to get into the IITs. But never got dissapointed at a higher scale just because I found it hard to compete. Still I never gave up. I have a very few good friends. They support me and they understand my emotions and give me thousand reasons to live when I find hundreds of reasons to break down.Moreover, while all my family members are busy in sending Good Morning messages to all their contacts, I am here writing my answer for the very first time. So I choosed to be wise. :pI admit that I'm yet to make a mark in my life. Still I learnt a lot of thing from these experiences. I learnt to read people, their intentions. Its my life and I am enjoying it (Little challenging though)Thanks!!
It was 12:45 pm. I was laying on the bed with my friend beside me in his house. I was staying at my friend's as my parents had left home as my father had important health check ups and I had Annual exams to get promoted to 9th standard.In the midest of our drowsy conversation the phone rang. My friend's younger sister took the call. Didn't know what made her drop the phone call and she handed over the phone to her mother. Aunty, controlling all her emotions (I thought she didn't pretend), asked me to get ready to go to my village where my parents were as she said my father's condition was a bit critical. Then an uncle from my neighbourhood picked me up. I didn't eat anything. After a 12 hour long journey, I reached my village and found a huge gathering outside my home. When I entered, I found my father laying on the floor wrapped in white clothes, with my family members surrounding him. My mother and my aunt was crying breathlessly, asking my father to wake up. Then only I realised he is no more. He had left us 12 hours ago. I just couldn't get outta the sudden shock. I held his hand and requested god knows how many times to come back to life. Cried a hell lot and went senseless. At 1:00 am, I got back to sense and found myself in the grave yard and as the ritual I bid 'Mukhagni' to my father. Saw his face for the last time ever. The face, which taught me a lot of things, brought in me the real quality a child should have, lessons one should know to survive in this society, was fedding away. Later I locked myself in the exact room where my father spent his last few days for a complete day. I was blank. I just didn't know how to react.I, being a mere 14 year old lad, lost my father at the earliest of my life. I was supposed to be calm and composed and have to control and console my mother who was broken by the sudden demise of my father. We two were the most helpless souls alive. Life turned out to be a standstill then.During those days, each and every family member comforted us and later they never responded. Even when we asked for help no one showed up. So later we tried to make our own way of leading our life.My mother being the headmistress of her school, never let me feel the pain of not having my father. She, with all her commitments, gave me proper education and supported me everytime, everywhere.My father had taught me three things in life to be precise.Never let anyone control you. Try not to depend on anyone.Never ever give up. If you aim for stars you may end up on moon(at least)Be with good and wise people. Make real friends.Two years later, I passed my matriculation with a descent percentage. Prepared for Jee. Unfortunately, I didn't make it to any IITs. But got into NIT Rourkela.How do one feel when all his friends have parents outside the exam hall but he has to walk past silently. Even during the admission time at NIT I was standing alone in the middest of happy parents with their children. Thus, I don't bank on anyone except my mother and a few of my friends. Being a typical state board guy(I belong to odia medium),I tried my level best to get into the IITs. But never got dissapointed at a higher scale just because I found it hard to compete. Still I never gave up. I have a very few good friends. They support me and they understand my emotions and give me thousand reasons to live when I find hundreds of reasons to break down.Moreover, while all my family members are busy in sending Good Morning messages to all their contacts, I am here writing my answer for the very first time. So I choosed to be wise. :pI admit that I'm yet to make a mark in my life. Still I learnt a lot of thing from these experiences. I learnt to read people, their intentions. Its my life and I am enjoying it (Little challenging though)Thanks!!
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