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Everyone seemed quite relaxed, the librarian was busy doing her stuff and I was busy with mine structural formulae but all of a sudden I  saw some magazines, form of a book passing every student and everyone was looking at the magazine and laughing like they saw something incredible which made them laugh, then slowly everyone watched the magazine and when it passes towards me I was amazed to see that it was kindergarten fancy dress competition photograph where everyone looked horrible and sort of cute also... I always imagined going through this magazine gives a pinch of happiness and embarrassment in our lives. Those stupid moments in life give a refreshment dose. But the thought of how we gradually changed during all these years, always amazed me. For example, the love birds of our class, Suyash, and Neha, according to many of my classmates, were once the most famous enemies of the class, they literally fought over everything since their childhood. But after puberty struck, they gradually got attracted to each other just like two opposite poles of a magnet. That day also, they were sitting on their fixed seats at the corner of the library where the eye of the camera didn't reach, like a blind spot where they could do all the mature stuff. Aatish was the one who didn't like those things in class. No, he was a supporter of conservatism but he didn’t want to distract his mind from the book he was studying, “dude! One day I will get a super hot girlfriend, just a few months more, once this JEE is over, then girls will wait for me in a line!”, he exclaimed looking at the love birds at the corner. It was hilarious that a “dream girl” was the motivation for Aatish to compete in the most difficult exam ever. “Yeah for sure”, I replied laughing at him. “what! I am serious, you know how much demand and worth an IITian has”. Yes, he was right. Having a tag of an IITian is always a great deal as a person. We were not only striving for better placements or studying but also for a name and tag.

The bell rang twice which means that the second period was over. Aatish and Prateek quicken themselves to get out of the library as the next period was the most interesting period for those two. In a hurry they both left the books of the library on the table rather than keeping them back to their respective book shelves. but I am way more disciplined than those two and placed all the books to their respective places. It was also because of my respect for the library and the librarian. i quickly got out of the library and head towards my class. I opened my bag and wore my lab coat ,grab my chemistry lab record ,the sense that I was the only one in the class made me realize that everyone had reached to the chemistry lab and I am the only one who was late. I really not wanted to go to the chemistry lab, not because I was the last and the late person to enter the lab but because of my incomplete lab record. I once had received the last warning from the lab assistant to complete it so that he can check it but I disobeyed him. I think this is the only reason for which he hates me as I do not take him seriously, and he is just a TGT lab assistant which makes me do so.”Don’t you dare to enter in the lab” lab assistant “but sir he is already entered” prateek smiled and the others laughing at me. “Sir but what have I done”? I was trying to make my most innocent face  lab assistant “Well you were disappeared for past seven days , you are ten minutes late since the period started and I am pretty sure that  your record is incomplete”, he was pointing his fingers towards my lab record which I was carrying on my left arm. “Tell me is your record completed?” he asked, “No sir I haven’t” I lowered my head to surrender myself “what is the matter with you? You do not remain regular in school, you don’t complete your record on time; you even do not know anything about the experiments we have completed yet. Tell me have you learned all the acidic and basic radicals?” crap he is in his full form today “no sir” I answered “very well have you completed your investigatory then?” his rapid questions were demoralizing me “sir I will give it to you till next week” I replied “that’s what you said to me two weeks ago” he will not let me go “no sir I promise you, next Saturday I will definitely submit my investigatory and my record and I will also learn all  the radicals and their practical’s” I was trying to convince him with my bold commitment “ well let’s see, come in now and complete your record, Aatish give your record to him, those who have completed the last experiment bring their record to me ” he sat down on his seat and started to check the records. “That’s what happen when you take a leave for seven days” Aatish was laughing at me “here, complete your record” he pass his record to me. I started to complete my record which was the most boring thing I think. I do not like writing copies, making record rather I like to read and understand the concept, watching science concepts when I was a kid on discovery channel amaze me, made my affection for science subject which was also one of the reason for choosing PCM, but now writing copies and completing my lab record does not amaze me at all. Okay everyone now you will all perform the experiment of the basic radical , if you do not remember open your record, revise, and then perform. Aman you keep on completing your record, you are not allowed to perform any experiment until you submit me your record and investigatory.” The lab assistant went out of the lab. The chair on which I am seated is at least ten to fifteen years old and is in its worst condition. Also the chemistry lab seems to be the most ancient place in this school. There are three way big wooden stands from which all the polish has been removed over which at least three chemical stands are kept. While performing experiments every student is assigned his/her own chemical stand in which all the necessary chemicals are there in the transparent glass bottle but as I am a student who remain disappeared most of the time in school I am not assigned my own chemical stand yet. “Well I think you should take the lab assistant more seriously, being good in practical’s are the best way to score good in board exams and you already  know one need to score at least seventy five  percent in boards to get into any IIT or NIT college.” Shyam was looking at me through his glasses in a sense of empathy. “I know shyam, it’s just I need some time to complete all this stuff”. The third bell rang and as it was Saturday which means half a day, the school was over. I asked Prateek to drop me home. We grabbed our bags and walk outside towards the bike stand. I sat behind Prateek and we left the school to our homes.                       

After a short day, I reached home and put out my shoes, removed the tie and belt, went to the sofa and sat there. At that time, I decided that I would study hard and get good marks on the 12th boards. I have to study for 2–3 hours a day, which was definitely not enough to get good marks on the 12th. I had this perception that just being regular would help me out. So I finally started studying again after realizing many motivational lectures by my teachers and parents. I had planned to go to the room and first, change my uniform and take 5 minutes' rest, then the Target was to complete my differentiation chapter in 2 hours. After this, I had to complete my chemistry work. Watching the stairs going upward towards my room, I was standing beside the hall. I was like a bullet ready to be fired towards my books but suddenly I heard some of the voices coming from the hall. Suddenly I saw some of the guests who were sitting in the living room with my mother. These guests were those who were to come in the months repeatedly. I thought that they couldn't see me going upside down. I was slowly going to my room.

But my mother saw me and called me "Aman! Come see your Uncle and aunt are here, come and meet them" I didn't feel good, I didn't want to sit with them. I knew that if I went there for sure my 2 hours of study would be a waste. I went there and wished my uncle-aunt by touching their feet and taking their blessing as what we do in Indian culture and then sat with them. My aunt asked me “Aman how your studies are going”. “It is good” I replied whether it was not. I didn't wanted to sit there with them as  I was not mutually prepared to talk with them. My self conscious was laughing at me as because the study plan that I made one minute ago is going to get ruin by the guests as I need to sit with them whether I like it or not .