The classroom of my dreams
The Scientist, The Pilot and The Don Bradman ?
Circa 2018
7th Class, preparing for cultural event ? I guess
How would everything have been if I was studying in some western school, like all those hollywood cinemas, there’d one talented, some badass, some unconfident, dumb girls. There’d be a bunch of punks bullying everyone all around the school who’d think they’re going to be the gods of “Basketball” or “Football” team. They’d think and say “That field ova der, ya see zat? its ma whole laiff mahn”. The room would be full of different minds, the clocks in their mind would be ticking differently and there’ll be one person starting from ultra-dumb to the highly intellectual and clever ones.
But, do I want to be in such a classroom? Maybe no, I don’t want to be in any surrounding where people do not have any individualistic perspectives, principles, morals or in general opinions.
I studied in “Podar International School”, I loved that school to be very honest. I did all kinds of mistakes and learn’t a lot from them.
Hey reader, if you remove all the extra-ordinary unnecessary Western vocabulary from the first paragraph of this essay, then you’ll know that I was talking about my classroom itself. And not just about mine, every single classroom in this world is just as I described there. My classroom was a decently good one with a lot of clever and dumb minds around me. I don’t think I should say much about “individualistic perspectives”, “opinions”, “morals” and “principles” because for those 12-13 year old machines of self-righteousness, I don’t think anyone knows the deepest meaning of those words other than textual definition or meanings. I might be an extremist if I do, hence I do not.
In our school, we used to have a lot of debates and co-curricular activity lectures. Debates were the most fun part for me. I don’t quite remember how the others did, but I surely earned the title of “World Heavyweight Debate Champion”. Everyone was really busy studying and thinking about marks, I never understood why, they’d always think about some olympiads, good marks and their dreams of being something different. Everyone was a “normal” and “average” student.
There was this girl in my class. She was my classmate from 2nd to 8th std. Till the 5th, I’d never heard her name in the top scorers list but in the 5th std. One day, the teacher announced that she is first in class and she had scored 79/80 in Math. I barely managed to pass that day, but for her it really felt like she had an “awakening” or opened her third-eye all of a sudden. After that she never left the throne. I remember, she told me a lot of times that she wanted to become a “Scientist”.
The top scorer in boys was a decently good friend of mine, but which was a later thing. The first time in 3rd std, when he had first joined the school, I’ll have to say we weren’t really that good of friends. As kids, we often used to have discussion about “What are you going to become ahead in life?”. For those 6 years of school and counting he said the same thing “Pilot!”. He really never said anything else. He was good in studying or maybe ‘roting’ but was he a different mind ? Maybe. His persistence for over being a pilot was very delusional but now I’ve heard that he’s figuring out computers and syntaxes, which he had always hated a lot in school. Maybe his delusion, did not work out because future is a very badly functioning AI Model. Totally nonsense and unpredictable.
Meanwhile, for me with every preceding year, my dream would change. I’d say “Hyperrealistic Sketch Artist”, sometimes “Neymar Jr”, “Sound Engineer”, “Flutist”, or “Tabla Player” and the list went on as things attracted me. Hence, I always prefered to set a time period for my delusion and change it if something new felt interesting to me.
I like how naive we are when we are very young, its actually very weird but its really hard for me to comprehend how my childhood friends are right now. I always wondered how did I have so many of delusions leave my soul because I liked all of them. Maybe time. I also wondered how I became different from them, maybe because they decided one single goal and I dreamed of a lot of different things not caring about the future. Everyone thinks they’re in a good position or imagine. as if they are in good position. Some of them are very self-aware, but I wouldn’t want anyone to be very self-aware. Because, when you start to know and become aware of yourself. You are locking yourself in a prison, and the bars of the prison door are the words you have for yourself, there are no walls on the 3 sides, but everything around is so dark that you are often afraid to choose a path.
To think of this, I was a decently clever kid, I was quick, had a good grasp on things, but at the end of the day on our Open House, every single teacher would complain “Mam, he is clever, but why doesn’t he score good marks?”. I’d stand in front of my mother and class teacher looking at my shoes and wonder “Ahh, I did not polish the right one well”. At the first place, I never really wanted to improve or score good marks, I just wanted to do unique and different things. The young me, did not give a fiddlers fart about scoring 80/80. Sometimes, I’d try because of how my mother wanted me to score more marks, but if I had tried, wouldn’t I have scored it already ?
A lot of things change with time, everyone is changing their dreams to what the societal norms are. The pilot never admired a flying Boeing 777 or even searched about “How big a Boeing 777 is and how many seats are there in it?”. The top scoring girl dreaming about scientists and The Don Bradman all are probalby dreaming “Materialistic” things in life by figuring out medicines, computers or syntaxes.
Figure Out - A Poem
Everything has a figure digits, girls, shapes, diagrams, charts, Importantly dreams don’t have figures but they do have figurer outs though, very less success in decoding dreams
The rest after a point start figuring out 6 or 7 figures in their bank accounts.