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After clearing my tenth grade in 1st grade, I applied for admission in the 11th grade. A week after the submission of the admission form was my interview. The day came I appeared before the board. It was the first interview of my life.
The Principal sat in the center, and senior lecturers sat on her sides. She asked me about the location of Kashmir as Geography was my main subject. I confidently said: It is above Pakistan. Surprised with this unique answer, they asked me to explain. The map of Pakistan shows Kashmir on the top. The room burst out in laughter.
Another question was. Where is Rann of Kutch?
My confident answer again,
I think it is in Gujarat
They had no heart and patience to ask me any more questions.
I was to wait outside. I got given admission.
The debate season came. Having read Urdu novels from childhood, I had clear pronunciation and fluency in Urdu and English both.
The day came. As my name called, I went to the stage and stood behind the dais. The rostrum was higher than my height. The hall started hooting. I folded my speech, put it in my pocket and went to the center of the stage, and stood there for some moments peacefully. The voices died. I started my speech. After I finished came back to my seat.
When all the speakers from different colleges finished debating, the result was declared. They started from the one who stood Third. I clapped hardheartedly and kept applauding for the Second and the First with the same warmheartedness till my friend pinched me hard on my hand and said: “Stupid! D
do not clap for yourself, idiot.
I was in 3rd year of college.
There were elections for the college union. Rehana Malik was my class fellow. She was a good student and had all qualities of a good human being, but her short temper did not let her have a big circle of friends. So, she asked me to motivate others to vote for her to let her win the elections. I promised her to do so.
One day I was sitting in the college canteen sipping my tea with other friends. Rehana was there too. I did not notice her. So, I said to the girls in the canteen. Rehana Malik asked me to vote for her. In return, she will give us a treat if she wins. Though I have promised her, what do you all say? They all disagreed. I laughed without knowing that Rehana was listening.
Rehana walked up to me. Girls got scared that Rehana may not spare Tanveer (me). Rehana never spared anyone and fought with words and limbs. I sat frozen and speechless. She patted my shoulder and saying I did not feel bad to hear all this. I learned to be sincere and friendly with everyone all the time, and not only when we need support. Everyone present there cheered Rehana, and as a result, we all gave votes to her. She won the elections with flying colors.
Bilquis was my very dear and close friend. We sat next to each other in class. She was a very composed type of girl. Though we ate, enjoyed, and shared everything but quarreled all the time just for nothing. One day we went to buy some cosmetics. I did not know that there were full-size mirrors behind our back. So, when I looked in the front mirror, I saw a girl with very thick shiny black hair braided. I whispered in her ear to see the beautiful hair the girl had. She gave me a knock on my shoulder and said, Stupid, it is you!! The shopkeeper smiled naughtily, and I felt the most brainless girl in the whole wide world.
My life is full of joys and sorrows. Being a happy-go-lucky, I shrug my shoulders every time and keep moving ahead.


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