11.0 Progress Reports Of Einstein's Second Birth.

I received my first progress report in the last semester in grade one. It made me happy due to the appreciation of my father even though the results were not good. He encouraged me to do my next studies and, I did well as he thought. Always he was there with me for every success and failure chapter in my life. Even though the story is a funny one, this could bring tears to me when recalling these memories. My mother was proud of me in my successful events and was very silent in my failures. But my father encouraged me in failures by keeping his smile as usual. I love both of you.

There's a loving memory about a school progress report, which received the very first time when I was studying at grade one. When I was in the primary grades, my behavior was not good. It's not acceptable at all. Most of the time, I tried to stay on the outside. I think it happened because I did not have a yard to play at home at that time.

There was a rubber estate near the school ground and, I always thought there was something mysterious. Therefore, I always tried to find out a time and, go there with my few friends to do our own investigations. One day there was a woman who was working on that rubber estate and, she asked all of us to go by shouting us. But we never give up our job and continued the same routine as it is.

The other main bad habit was staying at school for a few hours to play with my friends without going home. So, the person who came to pick me had to find me all around the school and, it was not an easy task for them. They reported it to our class teacher once they could not find out me. Even though all have advised me from time to time, I did not listen to them. So, this was a problem for my parents and the class teacher.

One day there was a street drama on the road and, there was a huge crowd. I thought to tell this drama as the excuse for my delay. So, on that day I stayed at school for a long time more than the other days. The one who came to take me that day was unable to imagine where I was and, she went back home. At last, my mother came to take me. Still, I can remember the way she came to school with my sister and, at that time I was watching that street drama from school. So, I got punishments that day once I came back home.

In the school interval, we created our own short dramas and acted with friends. A few of my friends acted in these dramas and, I selected them as per my wish. I selected my close friends only though there was another set of colleagues who liked to join us for the drama. This was painful for some of them due to the rude way I followed for this selection. 


Even though there were no major incidents apart from these things, my discipline was not good at all especially when I was in grade one as I told you earlier. I used to stand on top of the desks and walk. It was my main hobby. As well, I addressed my classmates using nicknames and, it was not a good experience for some of them. So, for such things, a lot of my classmates have made complaints to our class teacher about me. The parents of those mates warned me. When my mother came to school for gatherings or any other thing, she had to listen to these things and, some of them made complaints. They asked my mother to punish me.

Finally, at the end of the semester in grade one, our class teacher gave our report cards and, I felt so happy even I didn’t have an idea about this book which has a few pages. I went to the home with this report and, I saw there were a few letters like ‘A, B and C’ for each subject. As I did not know the significance of these letters, I took this directly to my father. My father read my report and, there was a smile on his face as usual. Then he complimented me. I felt so glad for his compliments. Meantime, my father asked me to behave well in the classroom. As well as he asked me to study well in next year than this year. That's all about it. So, I was so happy as this small book could gain my father’s compliments. Later on, I understood actual results and, our teacher gave me ‘C’ for my discipline. It was the worst grade according to the evaluation scale. I was ashamed of myself at that time.

Later on, I thought how intelligent my father was as that compliment gave me energy, motivation, and self-confidence to go to my next steps. If he gave me bad comments, sometimes it would discourage and disappoint me.  

I think that should be the way. Most of the parents' behavior, cannot be accepted at all once their children could not go through the exams. Grade five exam is the best example of this situation. Sometimes some children fell down mentally without keeping any space to recover. No one can help after their death. Some small children suicided because of this depression and, then the whole story is over. Why? Because of the pressure they had from their parents to win the competition and pass the exam. Most of them could not bear up that depression as at that time they are about ten years old kids.

Basically, it’s not matching with their age. I cannot imagine the base of this exam when the pass mark is more than eighty for each subject. The other thing I think is these pressurized children are more selfish than the others when they became adults. I think it happened because of the competition they had to face in their kids' age. So, when they go to the society, they do not have a habit of helping others and, everything is a competition for them. They always tried to keep a few steps ahead than the others and, they never think about other’s wellness. However, this is my personal view and, sometimes you won’t agree with me.

The newcomers who came to work at the former office was a good example. From the very beginning itself, there was a competition among them and, no one would like to help with each other when necessary. What they wanted was, to climb up the ladder of the carrier by putting down the others. If we ask them to give a knowledge transfer or session, it was the worst thing for them and, one guy told me that he does not like to do that. All they are colleagues from their universities and used to have lunch and tea as friends. But that was the situation and, did not like to help even for a friend when there’s a need. I think that’s why that company directors used to give certifications as a compliment to employees who helped their colleagues. It was a good effort they have taken. I think, later on, our society will consist of such robotic people who cannot understand the pain of even loved ones.

So, if we go back to my story, I received my best progress report when I was in grade three. At that time, I could get the best grade for all the subjects I worked on. As I knew how to read the report, I directly went and told my results to parents. My parents were very happy for me and, it was an unmemorable moment for us. As gifts, I received a table, chair and table lamp to do my studies. Still, I’m using that table, even I have a different chair now.

After that, I received my next memorable report in grade eight. At that time, I was in the first four ranks in the class where there were about forty-five students. I didn’t go beyond the fourth rank in every semester exam. But in one semester I was twenty-second and felt like lost. It was a big shame to tell my parents as well. My parents got really upset even though it's not a surprise for me. My friends also asked what happened to me. One of our teachers said that there is no possibility to convert sweet into bitter things. She made that statement by thinking that I have changed because of the new companions I found in grade eight. But actually, it was not the problem and, I know how many novels I read the entire day without focusing on studies. However, some of my classmates who were always in thirty to forty rank were good buddies for me now as I was in their same boat. 

One day my father asked me to meet him and, I could imagine his topic before going there. As I knew it, I went to him like a cat. I think no one heard my footsteps. 

My father was sitting in the living room and, asked me to go near to the calendar. Even I knew the topic, at that time I could not think of his next steps. Then he asked, 'What was the rank of the previous year?. Then I said ‘Four. He asked, 'What is the rank of this year?. It was a big shame for me and, I murmured ‘Twenty-Two. Then he asked me to count the gap. It was a really messy and shame moment. I thought not to do this kind of bullshits again. I promised to myself. After that, my father did not say anything and, he asked me to keep that gap in mind. 

In those days I knew that how I was carelessly missed my studies to read novels and, it was an addictive hobby. Regularly I went to the library and, stayed there for a couple of hours. Apart from that, I brought one more book to read at home as well. One of my friends also got punishments when she was reading a book in the music period. We let others practice the song and, we read books. She was sitting in the front row and, music teacher hit her by throwing that book away. I heard that sound only and, till then I read my novel book. Then I hid my book and, concentrated on the music lesson. 

I think I received the worst progress report in grade eight. Later on, I did not spoil my studies and carried out considerably. 

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