Hi,

You would have heard stories about “Rags to Riches” . My story is about Lazy Fool to Lazy Intelligent. This is what actually happened to me when I was in 3rd Standard. That is why its called 3rd Degree Torture! Why Torture ? To know that read on.

I was a poor in studies. Most of the time I used waste wondering around being in my own world. I dont even know why I did not studied. I just did not. Only thing I did well that time was drawing. Other than that I was complete failure. Its not that I used to fool around and very naughty. I was quite shy guy.(Which I am still. ).

As I said I was bad in studies. And my dad was very particular that I read well. Well every parents are. But Dad wanted results. Good marks. Which never happened till that time. I constantly got whacking from Dad for not studying. When I got my first term marks. My Report Card was like Red in color, with some Blue marks here and there. And I knew my face is going to be of the same colour next morning. Dad did not disappointed my Sixth Sense. I slapped, Kicked Punched where ever it was possible. No Instruments were left untried. The range of Weapons went from Belt, Slippers, Comb, Scale to literally anything that came to my Dad’s hand. And bad thing about being Fair is that when you get this kind of beating its Hard to Hide them, Next Day when you go to school.

I dont know why I did not study the next term and my report Card did not show any change. This time again it was full of red marks and even few Blue Marks. Afraid of showing the mark sheet home. So I though of Putting my dad’s Signature and giving it back to my teacher. But I was fool that time. I put my dad’s Sign in Pencil! Teacher did not accept my Report card and asked me to stand out. I had no Guts to show the report card to my dad and teacher will not accept my report card. Things went on like this for some time but It had to come out some time. My Dad found out that I was hiding report card and had put his signature. That was it. I was a dead meat. When every Dad beat me or anyone up. We called it “Durga Puja Da Dhool“. Dhool being us.

It was bad as you all can see. Anyway what hurt me the most was one of my relatives introduced me to Guest like “You know this guy signed his Dad’s Signature on his report card”. I can still hear those laughter and how it makes my blood boil. I told myself I will study and make this laughter go from my head. I will bring everyone down to my knees. I failed that year. And 10 years after I got 91% in my 12th Standard. Did well in College too. Got placed in Campus Interview. Now working for past 2 and a half years. And God dam I love it. 

I love it when the very same people who made fun of me come for career advice for their children to me. I aways help no matter what has happened with me.

 This was my experience in my life. Hope you liked it.

 

Jagdeep Singh Virdi