I was a bad boy in a village in India. At least I was labeled that way because I had no interest in school or studies. I used bad language, hung around with other "bad" boys, skipped school and ran through the fields. No one thought I would do anything worthwhile with my life. And I'd heard many people in our village talking. "Why bother going to school? These kids end up back on the farms anyway. He'll never amount to anything." My parents and teachers were disappointed with my average marks.
My mother envisioned a different future and knew the value of education to create a better life. By the time I entered the 12th grade, I had taken a good look at myself and realized the life I was creating. The bad boy image troubled me. I didn't believe I was a bad boy. I didn't want to be a bad boy. These realizations forced me to acknowledge that my mother was right—education was my only way out. I worked hard to finish my high school, and then I decided to apply for higher education in university. But this village bad boy faced too many challenges.
Firstly, my family had very limited money. In addition to that, my grades were not good. There was very little chance I'd gain admission to a university. Still, I took a chance and applied. The last day of admissions, I visited the university to check my result. I looked down the list, and there it was, "Parashram J. Patil". Finally, I'd been admitted. Now, it was the last day to pay, so I had to find money to cover my fees.
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Helpless, I sat outside the department head—Professor Parth's office. …… From then on, things changed. |
