NEW BEGINNINGS

There’s this fact I know about the human brain: "An average human brain has up to 80,000 random thoughts per day." I don’t know whether it’s true or not, but most of my thoughts teleport me back to my school days (6th–12th grade). Now, don’t assume it was Disneyland or that all my experiences were joyous—it was a roller-coaster ride filled with myriad emotions. Whatever, but those were the IDYLLIC DAYS of my life. This blog is the proof to reminisce about those wonderful memories with you all. 

At first, I was weirdly confused about where to begin. (Frankly, memories don’t come in a timeline.) After some time, my bulb lit up—"Let’s make this random," just like rolling of dice. What do you say, guys? I know we’re not starting on the right foot here, but it spices things up. So, let’s roll the dice and see where this article takes us. (Dice rattling.) We got "New Beginnings." 

I know I promised randomness, but let's start from the beginning—my OCD mind insists!

I was informed about my admission to Sainik School Kalikiri, a residential school, via a letter. As per the instructions, my parents and I arrived at the school premises with all the required documents and essentials within the allotted time. All of this felt very new and especially bizarre to me. After a lengthy admission process, we were directed to Dormitory-B (my school had four dormitories—A, B, C, and D). It was here that my fate would be sealed—where I would be placed, many things ought to happen, and adventures awaited me. 

NOTE: Now and then, I’ll pull you guys aside to explain the whats and what-nots of our school. To get you accustomed, let’s have a code word between us. What should it be? (After a long thought about what could be interesting...) "Hey, aati kya Khandala?"—that’s the code word! Got it? Let’s practice—"Hey, aati kya Khandala?" Great! Now that I’ve summoned you, let’s talk about the house system in our school. 

Our school strength was equally (mostly) divided into four houses: Godavari, Krishna, Penna, and Tungabhadra—similar to the houses in Harry Potter’s Hogwarts. We’ve got the Sorting Hat to sort the students in Hogwarts, but not in our school. The sorting was all random in my school. 

Like most journeys, mine too began, but it wasn’t easy. The thought of living alone, doing chores myself at such a young age, without my parents, filled me with melancholy. Their send-off felt awkward—no tears, no turning back, they just went away. I stood there, crying like a fool, trying to stop my tears. Later, I learned that my father had forced himself and my mother to act that way. Had they shown any emotion, they wouldn’t have been able to leave me behind—they would’ve started crying too.

But soon, my glum state was fixed by my friends, and the rest is history. 

That’s pretty much the outline of my first day at school. It got a little heavy today, didn’t it? Alright then, we’ll meet again with a fantastic anecdote up my sleeve. Till then, ciao!