It all started with a cry, and fear.

I was taken to the convent school for my first interview with the principal, i sat on my mumma's lap answering what was asked to me. I was a very cute boy with a pony, ma'am asked me what my name was to which i replied golu even after numerously taught by my mom that whenever ma'am asks name reply chandan rawat not golu.

Few giggles followed my introduction, she then had a bueatiful fruits (plastic) in her table, she randomly took one and asked me what it was, it was a banana but i was way too sharp 🤣 i said potato. Everyone started to laugh ma'am pucked up another fruit (apple) and asked me again what is it? I replied tomato. It was again a moment of laughter .

Few minutes later ma'am came to an conclusion to put me in lkg but my father wanted me to be in 1st bcz i was way to late for the schooling. They started convincing ma'am to admit me in 1st but ma'am said he wont be able to do this. Finally i was a lkg student 🤣.

Now the teachers their started loving me because of my decent and cute looks not knowing how bad i was

 There was a church on the 1st floor of the school where we went every day before the school ringed. I was loved alot and had a good impression but my real schools started far later,

My dad being an army personnel wanted me to be in army public school so i was later transferred their next year . 

I hated school when i was young but gradually started loving it.i was a bright student in maths but weak in rest all.

When i was in 1st standard i had 18 subjects out of which i got passed only in 2 maths and mental maths 

Rest i was failing with flying colours 😂 later i was retained in the class but my father knew it would be not good for me so he made a fake report card and admitted me in another school in second class.

At first i was not able to cope up but later i did and was 14th in my class. And this is how my schooling life begun in such a dramatic way but lovely aswell.