I sailed through school without having any serious life plans. Like most children I oscillated between being dead sure about wanting to become a doctor to being certain that I was meant to be a lawyer.
My medical ambitions got quietly sidelined when I realized that I had very little aptitude for science and almost none for maths. My interest lay in the humanities. I loved studying languages and history. This meant that I could be a lawyer, if I wanted. I was just not sure if I wanted that. But I decided that I will not rack my brain about this before I really had to. I had figured out my short term plan - Clear 10th standard board exams with above average marks and apply to a decent college to pursue a degree in humanities. What I would do with my life once I got my degree, I didn’t know. Making life defining decisions hurt my brain; made me nervous and restless. I wanted to leave such decisions to a vague future time and just continue living in my dream world where anything was possible. Even then, I was not big fan of pushing myself too hard. I was already showing a preference for sauntering through life without putting in serious effort, risking much, taking tough decisions or setting difficult goals. I was happy keeping up the general appearance of being on track. It was a track that led nowhere in particular.
During my school career, I was always better in my head than I was in reality. I was an above average student. Every year, there would be an occasional spark of brilliance but for most part I was a lazy student who, thanks to a serious fear of disapprobation, just focused on staying out of trouble. For me, this meant, being in the top 20 in a class of 60. At my lowest, I slipped into the 40s; at my best I just stopped short of being in the top 10.
I lacked discipline, ambition and the willingness to work hard. I didn't have what it took to excel. At the same time, I refused to be a failure. Comfortably cushioned between the bright sparks and the dull laggards, I found my place. I was shockingly poor at sports. If there was no way I could slip out of a race, you could bet your bottom dollar, I would place last. I had no musical or dancing talent. However, I had some flair for languages and a modicum of writing talent.
All in all I was a regular kid. No worrisome troubles but no star quality either. But this was not how I saw myself. I always thought of myself as special; bursting with undiscovered talent. I felt this burning light inside me that was just beyond grasp. I was convinced that I was far from mediocre. It was just that my teachers and fellow students were unable to recognise my brilliance. My mother played her part in feeding my delusions of grandeur.
I spent those pre-teen years living inside my head and between pages of books. I was trudging along robed in my cloak of invisibility, waiting for my destiny to reveal itself, when life took a sudden turn. For the first time in my school career, the spotlight shone on me.
In my school, in the higher classes, choosing a class monitor or leader was a democratic process. It was a given that only kids blessed with both-an impressive academic record and a confident demeanour would stand for these elections and one or the other would win the mandate to rule over us lesser mortals for the remainder of the year.
Two or three usual suspects would offer their candidature each time and would more or less take turns in being class monitor owing to a strong anti-incumbency sentiment in my class. However, this scheme of things made class elections an extremely boring, routine affair.
One day things changed and would never be the same again. It was the start of the 8th academic year and class elections were announced as usual. N & T volunteered as candidates, same as every year.
I am still unsure of what the trigger was but some inexplicable current of courage surged through me and I stood up to offer my candidature. As my fellow students turned to look at me, their expressions were far from encouraging. A few sniggered, some looked embarrassed on my behalf, and others were just surprised with this sudden, unexpected development.
As I stood with the other two, I was shaking. My heart was pounding so fast, I was certain, the whole class could hear. I decided to calm down, and steel myself for certain and crashing defeat. However, as luck would have it, things were not as straight as they seemed. There was a subtle anti-elitist undercurrent in the class that none had caught. On a whim, the class decided to rout the long rule of the chosen few and hand the reins to a commoner. My fellow students collectively decided to reward my courage in challenging the entitled. Of course, a few were unhappy with an utterly unaccomplished and undistinguished colleague being chosen as their leader. But more or less, most people were enthusiastic about the change in command.
I won’t waste too many words in describing how absolutely thrilled I was. I was unable to contain my excitement even on reaching home. I spent a restless night, tossing and turning in bed, deliberating on my approach to leadership and power wielding. I was aware that I was undeserving of the honour bestowed on me and felt a deep gratitude towards my fellow classmates for giving me an opportunity to be rid of the curse of obscurity. This sense of gratitude pushed me towards a populist approach to governance. This appeared to be a wise strategy as it could result in a total routing of the authoritarian manner of leadership adopted by the elitists, thereby improving my chances as a career leader for the rest of my school years.
I went back to school the next day as a new person. I had a goal, a plan and direction. I shed my introverted demeanour and confidently interacted with my class mates in a polite, friendly yet firm manner. I smiled more, spoke more, and was funny and witty. I intervened as a negotiator to resolve conflicts; I was just, impartial, soft spoken, respectful, humble and kind. I am unsure of whether these were qualities I always possessed that surfaced when I gained some confidence and an audience or if it was a persona I adopted because I figured it would work best for me. What I do know is that the transformation happened naturally and I was comfortable in my new skin. Not surprisingly, I gained wide acceptance and soon became the most popular girl in class. Even the snooty elitists with their iron fenced cliques were angling to befriend me. However, I was already thinking like a seasoned politician and knew that while I should be friendly towards all, I should never alienate or displease my core support base.
I was firmly ensconced in my role as the undisputed class leader. With time my fame grew beyond the classroom and soon I was recognised as a confident, friendly, smart student and a part of the ruling class. Those were the happiest days of my school career. Very few joys compare to the one we experience when an opportunity presents itself and we are able to make the best of it.
The attention I received as a class leader also resulted in attention of another kind. Boys started to take notice of me for the first time in my life. Thankfully I was not overwhelmed or led astray by it and handled the attention with surprising coolness and dignity. I was very clear that I was to steer clear from any romantic entanglements. The idea that boyfriends spelled doom for many a promising girl was firmly planted in my head. I had good reason to believe this too. I knew of way too many brilliant girls lose focus and topple down the ladder of academic achievement once they had a boyfriend. Boys seemed to possess the magical ability to make girls throw caution to the wind and adopt a devil may care attitude towards their future. I refused to succumb to such a fate. Also, I did not have the courage or capacity to pull off the kind of manipulation it would require at home, if I had a boyfriend. Besides I had to focus on my new responsibilities.
So there I was, sashaying along, basking in my new found glory, when a sudden twist shifted things into 5th gear.
A new student, who was admitted to our class well into the academic year, took a special interest in me. He was tall and quite cute by teenage boy standards. It was obvious that he had absolutely no interest in academics and was a big believer in taking it easy. In fact I strongly suspected that he was thrown out of his previous school for either being totally dim-witted or worse still, expelled for a serious misdemeanour. However, amongst the teenage kids in my school being a academic failure was no disqualification for a boy. In fact if a boy was decent looking and confident, it somewhat added to his charms. I guess women are drawn towards rebels, bad boys and dead beats early on in life.
So this boy diligently ticked off all the items on the list of ‘things to do to woo a girl’. He spent entire school days staring at me unblinkingly. I think I caught his eyes tearing up a couple of times. He unfailingly stalked me whenever I stepped out of the class during recess or on my walk to the school bus at the end of the school day.
He wrote my name with chalk on every inch of available space on his desk. This annoyed his bench mate no end as all his books were coated with fine white dust. But he had no choice but to co-operate in this boy’s quest for love as non co-operation in romantic endeavours was a serious offence that could result in social boycott.
When I ignored these subtle hints with stoic determination, he decided to adopt a more direct approach. One day, I got delayed in class for some reason and was last to leave the classroom after the school bell rang. Just as I was about to exit the class, I was accosted by two of my male classmates who were waiting for me at the door. These two were close friends of my prospective lover and I knew that this encounter had something to do with him. Without beating around the bush, they informed me that had been given the lofty responsibility of making me a proposal on behalf of their dear friend who was much too shy to do it himself. This came as somewhat of a surprise to me as my suitor had not exhibited a smidgen of coyness when he brazenly stared at me or stalked me. I politely declined citing my inflexible policy against having a boyfriend. I was careful to mention that the decision was not personal and it was not about him, it was about me.
My refusal acted as fuel that transformed a glowing ember into raging flames. This is when I learnt my second valuable lesson in love – There is nothing a man finds more attractive than a woman who doesn’t give a damn. For the next two years he pursued me with singled minded obsession and the whole school came to know of the epic love story of a brave heart lover and the stone hearted object of his affection.
The ripple effects of this development catapulted me to near stardom. The combination of political power and the attention of a popular boy made me an enviable ‘It’ girl. I went from being a plain girl invisible to most, to a beautiful girl people couldn’t avert their eyes from. School mates would smile at me appreciatively as I walked past and not a day went by without compliments being showered on my eyes, smile, hair and various other body parts. Some observed that my voice was musical; others that I moved with the grace of a danseuse.
I was wonderstruck at this sweeping change in people’s perception of me. It was a phenomenon that was not within my capacity to fully understand. I looked in the mirror and the saw the reflection of the same plain, ordinary girl. I was the same person I was a year ago when most people who now claimed to be my friends didn’t even bother speaking to me. Sure, I was more confident, outspoken and assertive. But there was no change in me to warrant the kind of popularity I enjoyed. I was not a better student; I had not developed new skills or talents; I had not blossomed into a young beauty. While I remained the same, one small shift namely standing for class elections had changed my universe.
I went on to become a school prefect in my final year and served on other positions of power and responsibility. Those last few years of school were some of the happiest years of my life. More importantly, it taught me many valuable lessons that would serve me for the rest of my days.
I learned that belief in oneself and courage has the power to change one’s life. I learned that other people’s opinion is a fickle thing and can dramatically change with minimum impetus and so it should never dictate one’s decisions or choices.
Nearly two decades have passed since I stepped out of school doors and into the real world. I find myself faced with challenges that seem overwhelming. It is time to remember the lessons I learnt as a young person in school. Once again, my universe is in need of a change.
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