Day4-Upto 10th Class

Mine is a village with 500 people, among them 98% of the people are uneducated which means at most 10 people were studied after 5th standard when I was 6 years old, those 10 people also unable to get a job after their studies. My village was disconnected from the rest of the world. No electricity, no minimum medical facilities, no transportation, no school, no shops, no phone ....nothing was available for minimum survival. All sides of my village is surrounded by big canals and have to travel minimum 3 kilometers for studies or for any daily needs. One among those 10 educated was a physically handicapped, after completing his 12th standard he setup a school up to 5th standard in my village ,he is everything for that school. He alone teaches from 1st standard to 5th standard. There is no proper place for the school, he used to teach under trees or any open place available for that day. I remember my study days from my second standard onwards. My teacher went to city , he found some job in the city and didn't return to village. After waiting for a month, my villagers searched for another teacher. New teacher came in, taught for few months and he also left my village. No teacher likes to stay in village for so many reasons, no parents pay money to teachers most of the parents try to give some rice or vegetables etc....When ever there is change of teacher I used to get months of holidays, new teacher who ever comes don't know what was taught by previous teacher, so he starts from the beginning again. I didn't had any exams till 5th standard , all I was doing is going to school if the teacher was available. For 5th standard I have to pass exams then only I am allowed to join government school for 6th standard. I used to be called as genius fellow in my surroundings :-), passed 5th standard with first class. By the time I complete my 5th standard I had more holidays than working days and had the experience of studying under different circumstances.

Now the second chapter my life begins, I have to walk 3 kilometers in a desert like place to continue my studies.3 kilometers walk looks like some 10 kilometers as I have to walk in sand. After seeing me for three months, my father thought that its very hard for me to go to school by walk. He transferred me to my mother's father place which is 5 kilometers away from my village as this village is having a high school. But I was against to my father's decision, I want to stay in my village nearer to my mother.With lot of mental struggle I studied at my grandfather's village till 7th standard .In these two years I became the most stupid fellow of village. Till my 5th standard me or my school mates have never seen how a ten rupee note looks like. In my village buy and sell happens with raw material exchanges. People hardly have money with them .When I went to my grandfather's place there I have seen money with my classmates. I never used to get any pocket money,my desire to buy chocolates ,good pens etc.. going up day by day. One day I sold all my books for second hand and enjoyed the day. Friends with same life style joined me, another day I worked as a daily labor without knowing to anyone,earned few rupees and enjoyed. I did so many worse things which made my father very angry, one day he beat me till death at my grandfather's place. I ran away to city by taking 45 rupees from my uncle's pocket, my parents searched for few days but didn't find any clue about me. I went to a far away city and doing my job trials, I went to a private bus driver and requested him for a bus cleaner job. Somehow that bus driver knows about me, he tied my hands and brought me back to my grandparent’s home. After that incident my father took me back to my village. He joined me back to the same school where I joined 6th standard initially. Now the walking life started again. I used to do lot of worse things which irritated my father many times. What ever I worse do ,it didn't effect my studies, I was in top three of my class. I reached 10th class, I have to double my walk as I have to come home and walk to tuition also. Most of the school mates dropped their studies in between .I used to walk alone, night time was so scary to walk from my village to school. One day I was running to tuition at 7PM, all of sudden I saw a burned dead body in front of me on my way, one of the scariest moments of my life. Everyday was a battle to go to school and comeback. Passed 10th class with 76 percentage , became the topper and role model of my school

To sum up either if my first teacher didn’t start a school or if the bus driver didn't recognize me I wouldn't have continued my studies. See the attached photo of my first teacher at my home. I will write next time about what made me to continue my studies when no one is encouraging and about my college life.