English Vinglish

85% is a not a bad score if you're from a state secondary board. I scored 85.4% in class X. Quite a decent score it is for West Bengal Board of Secondary Education. That too, Bengali medium.

I always wanted to study in an English medium school. But somehow, in our parents' belief, English mediums makes a kid spoiled and morally handicapped, Whereas if a kid studies in a good Bengali medium school, he will  learn about the values of our ancestors and will learn how to behave politely. So we: me and my elder brother were admitted to the best Bengali medium school they had in town. We were always good at studies, sports and everything. Many people told our parents that they should move us to an English medium school, that'll give us a better perspective of things. But our parents: they were blindfolded by their beliefs.

When we, me and my brother topped the school again in the class X board exam. We grabbed our report cards and went to our father. He was very proud of us. We wanted to give us anything we want. So he asked me -

"What do you want son? Tell me. Today, I will grant you anything you ask for."

So I turned to my brother, and as we had already planned out, we were ready to demand our wish. 

"We want to move out of the city Dad." I said.

He was utterly shocked. The red gush of blood flooded his face, and soon vanished, leaving a blank expression hanging down from his face. He was clueless of what we were talking about.

"Yes Dad. We want to move out. We want to prepare for engineering and we want to do it from one of the best schools that the Country has to provide. And it is not Bengali medium!" my brother spoke for us.

"What !!!!!" our father exclaimed.  "But how? How will you manage? You've only been studying every subject in Bengali up until now. How would you adjust?" he was clearly in dilemma.

"We will manage. I know we can. We can do it. Have some faith on us." I plead. 

"I don't know. I don't think that you can pull off this one." He said, still shocked from the gift I asked for.

"You have taught us enough. I know that we can do this. Please, we really want to do this. You have to understand." I exclaimed.

"Okay son. If you're saying that you can do it. I believe you. But remember one thing, there is no turning back. If you fail to adjust, you'll lose one year." Dad said.

"I understand. And I understand if i don't take this risk, I'll regret it for the rest of my life." I replied.

"I am proud of you. Both of you." My father said. A little drop of tear shined like a pearl from the corner of his left eye.

We enrolled ourselves in one of the best schools. It was English Medium. The first few months were very brutal. But we survived. And five years later, at present, me and my brother, both are in the final year of our engineering.
I always had a knack for writing. Being admitted to that school gave me chance to look at things from a different angle and to find my real passion. I have already written a story in a prestigious anthology, and currently I'm working on my first novel. And can you guess the language of the book? Yes! It's English.

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