My Story

 Samson sir who taught me Malayalam during my school days narrated one of his friend's experiences. His friends went to Bihar as part of training. There he went to a local barbershop. After having a normal haircut, he asked the barber how much. The barber said 5 rupees. He was shocked to hear that. Normally in our place, the price for a normal haircut will be 80 to 100 rupees. He gave him 50 rupees and said to keep it. The barber was very happy as if Ambani has appeared in front of him. There was always been an influx flow of Migrant workers to South India. These people mainly work in the construction sector. Here they get about 500-1000 Rupees per day. Back in their own state, these people are not getting enough money to survive. They see more employment opportunities in South India. Coming to that incident, happened in 2016. Many places in India are still left behind. They have never seen development. As a result, many people in Indian society live in poverty. (All thanks to dirt...

 When I was in 12th grade, my class teacher, Mrs. Nisha Thomas, was absent for three days in October. No one knew the reason for her absence, and during that time, my class became noisy and disruptive. Despite several teachers from nearby classes coming in to warn us, the noise continued. Word of this reached our class teacher, and she was deeply upset. She informed us that her husband had been unwell, and she had taken leave to care for him. I saw tears in her eyes as she shared this with us. Despite her emotional state, some students were inattentive and continued with their own activities. Hurt and insulted by this lack of respect, she left the classroom abruptly. Our class leaders went to the staff room to console her, but I could feel a heaviness in my heart, knowing that the situation was far from resolved. During the fourth period, Father Geevarghese entered our classroom and announced that he wanted to check our bags. He noticed one of the students trying to hide something,...

When I was in 11th grade, there was a guy in my tuition class who constantly mocked me because I struggled with physics and mathematics—subjects that were not my strong suit. He frequently called me an idiot and useless, which eventually led me to quit the tuition class. I didn’t want to endure criticism from teachers and others any longer. A year later, I participated in a quiz competition and was selected to represent my school. Since the quiz was organized by an engineering college, I expected the questions to be related to science. To my surprise, the topics were current affairs, history, politics, and other subjects in which I excelled. I noticed the same guy who had mocked me was also participating, representing his school. Although we didn’t speak, I could sense his presence. In the competition, my team performed exceptionally well, reaching the finals, while his school was disqualified in the first round. My school ended up as the runner-up, and I was elated. Not only was this ...