journey to my boarding school

I belong to a small sleepy town of Madhubani in a largely denounced (by many of my countrymen, me not being one of them) state of Bihar. Unlike whats usually shown in the movies based on Bihar, my hometown is a complete contrast. It's a small and quiet town with minimal crime, relaxed people and strong and deeply rooted culture going back to the times of Goddess Sita who supposedly belonged to our region (Maithil). No one is ever in a hurry here.

This story starts from the time when I had just completed standard 4th from MLPS (best school at that time :)), Madhubani. My parents wanted me to get into a good school which meant moving out of my hometown. And since they themselves were not in India so the only option left for me was to get into a boarding school. The first step towards this was me moving to Delhi with my uncle and prepare for various entrance exams. Speaking English was my weakness just like hundreds others from my place and so interviews were dreaded. Anyway I gave two entrance exams, one for Hamdard Public School, New Delhi and other for Doon International School, Dehradun. The entrance paper of Hamdard had asked us to write an essay on diwali and you can't even imagine how thrilled I was when I saw it, the reason being that I had memorized the whole essay on Diwali for my 4th standard exam and luckily I still remembered it word by word :D . So in all, the entrance went well. Then came the entrance for Doon International, which too went well thanks to some basic GK questions and an essay on cow which always started with "cow is a holy animal. It has 2 eyes, 2 ears, 1 nose, four legs and a tail" hahahha. And seriously sentences after that required some real serious thinking :D. Anyway luckily for me and my confidence, the results came and I cleared both the entrances. Then came the dreaded part, INTERVIEW at Hamdard. God, I can't even begin to explain how it went, I literally couldn't understand a single sentence properly that the principle spoke except, "whats your name?" , "whats your father's name?". My uncle was sure that I would not get through and so he promised that if at all I clear this one then he will take me to Qutub Minar. On the result day just for the sake of it he went to see whether I had made it and the next thing I know is that I visited Qutub Minar just like I had been promised. But due to some reasons I didn't join the School and went on to join Doon International in Dehardun (one of the best decisions of my uncle). My Life began there...........