My First experience with Knowledge !

   
 Every people around us has different tastes,taste of life, experience and a different taste of vision. No people are borne equal and none are equally focused either, which certainly demarcates difference among us. The same frequency which resonates me may not even excite you. Matters which I admire might be the ones which you detest. 
     On mine early childhood, I was just inclined towards knowledge;mere education, not any specific carreer field i had got chosen. On my mind only the thing was I have to study, for everyone around me were too doing the same. No matter whether they were studying or not, their eyes used to be wide opened upon the books. Later, I did realize just to read and collecting a bunches of knowledge and information is the only destination where these crowds are running towards and still I was not sure which field i would hug as my career. As to take any specific decision was the most inner war moment of mine, the same did happened with mine career too.
     My first experience with knowledge goes back to 16 years when I used to be surprised when my sister wrote my name Ajaya  and showed me. That moment it was just an image of the word which I was responsing each time when my ears striked the word Ajaya. From that day, an enthusiasm sprout on me to write. The genuine passion to be learned. But the dilemma arouse: what to learn? Since for every antiparticle, there is a particle; a particle called school happened to quench the thirst of knowledge and my second school happened to be Shree Rastriya Prathamik Vidhyala after my first school, my sweet Home. I got my first touch with pen and paper. The first letter which I wrote was "क", which took its first shape and the feeling was just divine. I took class upto 4th level there, participated in several Quiz competitions, various programs and also excelled academically. Once when I was in class 3, Lila Rayamajhi sir, who is currently Principal at this school, called me and awarded me with a Geometry Box. I was just anawared(teacher might have told for what I was awarded), hold the prize and came home. Later, I found, for being topper on Mathematics, I got that prize. Next memory of here starts like, I was dwelling around corridor after my class was over and Principal sir Gokarna Khanal called me from his lecture on another class, it was the day I got close with him, his love, care and being a teacher was just awesome. I still feel proud that I got a teacher like him. A teacher who is genuinely a teacher. 
     My next school happens now, New MoonLight English boarding School, which has now renamed to Dibyagyan Academy, the school much more than home. Despite few students used to be with us on this school, fun, enjoyment and errors we used to have here wasn't less than any other schools. I attended class 5 to 8, and on each academic sessions, I progressively excelled each year. The first motivating icon Mr. Ramchandra Khanal, an epic youth I've ever met. I still remember grammars, tense and his literalism sense of humor. Motivation from Arjun Sir(his cliche "Yes" still makes me smile inside when I remember him), Anup Sir, Bhumeshwor Sir, Ramkumar sir(though he has forgotten his path now, he certainly holds respect on  my heart), Bikash Sir( from whom passion of science burst inside), Prakash Sir, Bheshraj sir(really an extra-ordinary person, I still remember phonetical sounds taught by him, and yeah the story of Rampelstelsting ;) ). 
     When we were in class 8, our class used to be quite far away from school's office, and showing an interest towards electricity, short-circuited an entire building the most memorable days with pal Sushil Khadka(with whom i've done maximum funs ever and is currently in Japan pursuing his higher education), Ranjit kunwar, Roshan Adhikari.
     Now starts here the real academic days, days bounded within books and copies. When a child is given the stuffs he likes, he profounds; exactly same goes with me. I now profounded myself and got a real depth passion on knowledge far across the trend of education. 
       The days were going as for every sunset there would be an another rise and I used to wake the sun up before the sun used to wake people. These were the days during my hostel life while I was preparing for School Level Certificate (SLC). I can remember I had spent even 20 hours just studying as if it's more prior even than breathing, the days used to be like the same and I just acted on that floor as an actor and yeah I'm not supposed to study those stuffs this moment, ain't I? Everything has its one place and its optimum time, the more we realize what has to be optimal, the more we become aware, it's a simple funda on which every actions of me depends on each and every moment. 
     Even a seed cannot germinate and grow into a tree without earthing and giving it a favorable situation, the same applies in case of us human too and on that very day during my hostel life on Sagarmatha Secondary Boarding School, we used to be supervised by Mr Gokarna Dhakal and Mr Gokul Bhatta, with whom I learned the very first basic ethic of life simply:"Just do what makes you stronger" . Now I realize this is the building block which really makes karun into a real Karun.
     Inspirations from Jagadish Sir( who revitalize karun on real shape to pursue my field on science, a real icon), Hari Sir(from whom I took first step on nepalese language and literature), Laxmi Mam( who taught me what life really is), Ramkrishna sir(from whom I learned the real face of dedication), Deepak Sir(mine another form on mathematics starts from him), Rishi sir(most influencing person who taught not only mathematics but also various forms of life), Ganesh sir( from whom I got some more advancements). 
     With this memories during my school life is summed up. Some blissful and some bored moments rolling through pages called books went and starts an entire new days of college life of which will be going on next blog. 
  Thank you for getting in touch with the hidden aspects of my Life.
Sincerely,
Karun Bhattarai
formerly, Ajay
    

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