Originally posted by: .MereRangMein.
How Blue is My Sapphire
Graduation is said to be a new beginning in the life of graduates. I had always wondered how a single ceremony could change anything but your professional life but now I knew how accurately that statement was made. Four years of the reign of pain, of terror and of depression would finally end. I was not just getting my certificate but my freedom from the devils of my past.
I can imagine dearie...the pain could not be felt...but imaginable
As I eyed at the enthusiastic performances put up by our juniors, my journey throughout my time at the Maheshwari College flashed in front of my eyes. My big dreams of being a successful aeronautical engineer and work for the ISRO had landed me in this prestigious college of Delhi. If only I had known that I would be ridiculed not respected for my dreams because of the fact that I hailed from a small town in Uttar Pradesh. I was the subject of every taunt, the reason of every laugh and the victim of all ridicules yet the ideals which were instilled into me by my parents had not left me. My resolve to not lose my patience had not worn off but I had begun to close myself from within. I had a few friends who looked beyond the taunts of our fellow students and stood beside me, and they gave me the strength to not lose myself in the vortex of darkness. The first year passed by and the results managed to break a smile and made me closer to faculty.
This thing must be scraped from our society...Judging people on the basis of place,religion,caste and gender must be abolished.people say that knowledge gives us maturity to think...to act as a better person...to develop a beter personality...but alas Educational Instituations are nothing but being the root of crushing one's personality into almost nothing.
The second year proved to be better than I had expected. My results were coming out well, and the students were opening up to me, much to my ecstasy. But the growing friendship was just a facade which began to wear off faster than I could realise. Sundar, the boy behind everyone hating me at the first place was not at all happy with the students growing closer to me and ignoring his instructions for behaviour towards me. His abuse, both mental and emotional, just grew and seeing failure there, he began using physical abuse as means to weaken me. It hurt me, it broke me but I told myself that I could face it. But this time my heart pushed me to reveal the abuse to one of the faculty I was close to. I was not sure what action was taken against him but I was happy that he had mellowed down. But the happiness was short-lived. During one of the last classes of the term, our faculty was busy with one of the upcoming festivals and we were on our own. The unexpected happened when Sundar struck back with a mightier force and I proved to be helpless.
This type of chavunistic bas***ds doesn't deserve to live.
I was abused but not physically, mentally or emotionally like in the past. I was abused sexually. I was shattered, broken and pushed into darkness. Soon, I found allegiance of every feeling that symbolized darkness. I pulled myself up and took the matter to the Vice-principal, hoping for the justice to be served. But suggestive smirks continued to grace his lips while gracing a simple smile on my lips proved to be a herculean task. His smirk brought back the memories of the infernal and nefarious incident. I couldn't reveal it at home knowing the short-tempered members of my family who would go to end of the world to avenge my pain.
Why can't we mercilessly kill such people dearie...why should we bear it silently?
I chose to appeal the highest authority, the Principal. I reminisced the hours of waiting in front of her room as she always dismissed me by conveying through the receptionist that she was busy and hence was unable to listen to me. The year ended and the next one began. My hopes hadn't ended and I was sure that I will punish my culprit through the Principal. Finally, the Principal decided to relieve me of the constant waiting and called me. I revealed every single abuse hurled at me since the time I had arrived there with ease but when it came to the final revelation, I recollected, that I stuttered badly but managed to utter it even if it was after shedding some remnants of that excruciating pain. I waited for her reply which made me wait till the last straw of patience had shredded and I asked her to answer me only to get immense shock by the time she revealed her answer.
She stated that her 'old student' was incapable of such heinous deeds and hence, I was falsely accusing her dear student. It wouldn't be completely wrong if I say that I had seen red at that charged moment. That sneer on her face still haunts me and as I eye her, smiling down at us from the podium as she recited her speech with an immaculately sweet accent, I feel nothing but sheer disgust for that person who chose money over morals. I realized the real reason behind her support towards Sundar when I expressed my grief to my best friend Ramya. She explained how Sundar's father was one of the main trustees of the school and hence, the Principal was in no position, as she may want to put it, to punish him.
I can't even explain the pain When people accuses us of something which we didn't do.We all but bore the pain only to be shunned because the person abused us is above us...above the rules...above the law.As you know I went through similar situation and this is the most horrible part...of knowing we couldn't even punish those bas***ds for what they have done...damaging our virtue...damaging our self respect.
Refusing to mellow down after knowing the real reason, I made my way towards our Principal and asked her to search for the truth before giving out her judgement. But the fate chose to side with my culprit, as he had not just bought the authorities but many of the fellow students as no one except a handful came in my support and hence the Principal, with the never wavering sarcastic smile of hers, asked me to get counselled as I seemed to be troubled with mental issues. The anger suppressed in me for months made its way out and I firmly refused to sit with the counsellor no matter what. Thanks to the rules laid down by our country I could do so or else I would have been forced to sit with the counsellor. But the predicament of mine didn't end there. The interrogation had brought everyone's focus to me and with a bit of brainwashing from Sundar everyone seemed to believe that I was truly someone who complained for the sake of petty rivalry.
Leaving the institution when such rumours were taking rounds like the birds of prey would surely make everyone feel that I was the erring one there. I refused to let Sundar win and I bore the insults, taunts and humiliation steeling my nerves. It was hard but I didn't want to budge. I had some support in Ramya who answered back to as many as she could but that was not suffice. The uproar had died down as the year had ended but the pain continued to linger on my soul, ripped apart by the arrogance of some and the money-lust of some.
The last year passed away faster than I could imagine. I honestly couldn't understand if I was to feel happy that I would not feel the pain for a longer time or feel sad that this phase of my student life was going to end forever. Myriads of feelings surrounded me but I was stronger than ever. I ignored the taunts as they no longer seemed to affect me. I had borne much harsher ones in the bygone years and it wasn't something I couldn't bear. And when I thought there was nothing which could break me more, the destiny proved me wrong yet again.
Ramya approached me and confessed to me, along with an apology that she was dating Sundar. I felt my world breaking apart as the feeling of betrayal gushed cold winds over the wounds which had not yet healed. I just moved away from her, without uttering a word. Some time with myself and I knew that I couldn't force her to leave Sundar because it was her life and it was her choice. And I? I was just a part of her life, which might have no significant role post the graduation ceremony. The only solace was that the information greeted me only during the rehearsals of the graduation ceremony which meant that I wouldn't have to see my best friend and my worst enemy together, ever. I would never have to see Ramya enjoying his company while forsaking my own.
Some people could never change.And some people would learn their lesson after falling down.
As I stood amongst my batch, taking my graduation oath, I took another oath. To forget everything this institution gave me except the lessons it taught, both curricular and the lessons of life. All of us live with our past. All of us allow it to shape our future. But some of us know how to shrug the past. I think that is who I am. I will let my past shape my future but not for the worst but for the best. Gloomy and rough the blue stone might be, but I am sure that the lessons it taught me, the gloomy and the rough way, make it as valuable as a sapphire.
We all Learn our lessons in a hard way dearie...by not letting the abuse dictate our lives...our goals...and most importantly our personality...now I don't say that we'll be the same but by not turning into someone whom we aren't...We Won.And one day as you say the KARMA would definitely teach them their lesson in the hardest way possible.
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This is a true story. In fact my own story with places, names and timeframe changed. In the story, it takes place in a college but in my life it happened in my school. This was the story of the past four years of my life.
All I plead, everyone who's reading this, is to not do something because you were told to. To believe something because you were told to. And don't taunt and ridicule, because it gives you a feeling of superiority or anything in close relation with that. It can cause immense pain onto others and several time these scars never heal.
On countless occasions, I have been asked to write more lighter stories, add more comical elements and now I present you the answer. I turned serious and the change proved to be irreversible. Writing comedy feels amazing but at times feels forced. I relate to serious fictions and the societal fictions, I write. I leave a part of me in every Khushi I wrote, am writing and will write. Through the course of time, I didn't remain to be a writer, I became the writing I created.
I do not seek sympathy through this post or story, I seek promises. A promise that you will not stay silent when you see a crime happening. A promise that you all will fight and a promise that you will not taunt a person just because you feel so. I am cent-per-cent sure that you will not let me down as you never let me down till this moment. Your love gave me strength, your comments instilled motivation in me and you all made me what I am today - better and more peaceful.
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