I was in the 6th Standard, enjoying my life, every day hoping to grow older. Near the end of March 2015, my exams were over, and then there was nothing to do, so my days were passing just sitting in my Papa's shop and later in the evening, listening to all the gossip my whole family used to have at my dadi's room.
One evening, my Papa declared that it was time for me to take an admission test for the best school in the city, after he learned about the wonders of this school from his friends and companions. I got to know that I, along with my younger brother, have to give the entrance test for this school, which was very difficult to clear, as per my family.
Another reason my Papa wanted me to compete in this was that my cousin failed this test years ago. So, in order to compare his child and to fulfill his benchmarking desire, he aggressively wanted me to crack this admission test. Innocent Priyanshu absorbed his father's obsession into his own dreams and then decided to pass this test anyhow. Unaware of the world, Priyanshu followed her mother's instructions.
"Bhagwan se prathna kar, ho jayega."
That's what I did: I prayed day and night. All I manifested was to be a part of that school. But there was one special thing in my prayers and manifestation: innocence and zero selfishness. Which, now I believe, cannot be regained until I reach the final chapters of my life.
Despite my prayers, my parents didn't have high hopes, as some children scored more than 95 percent in the last standards, whereas I was an average grader, roughly passing with 70 percent. At that time of my life, I used to go to the mandir daily, wash out Shiv's sculptures and other Bhagwan Ji's presents there. Also, I used to read out the Hanuman Chalisa in front of Hanuman Ji's murthi. I still remember: two days after the test, I made a promise to Hanuman ji.
" Hanuman ji, I promise, mein kabhi paani waste nahi karunga
bus aap isme karwa dijiye."
The day of the test arrived, and I performed average. I didn't know whether I would be selected. But I was a master bragger at that time and thus gave my parents high hopes that I would clear this.
A day after the test, our whole family, along with my cousin's. We were waiting for the call. My aunt ( bhua ) was consolidating my papa
"Koi baat nahi, Shivam bhi to nahi kar paaya tha, difficult hota hai."
And then, to my surprise, the call came from the same school. The exact words of that person."Aapke bache ka selection ho gaya hai St Francis School mein, aap admission karwane aa jayega" . I cheered in joy. Unfortunately, my brother was unable to pass that test, so he had to remain at the same school.
I thanked god for everything. To this day, I feel it was a miracle that I was selected among 52 people. Then came the most important moment of my life.
My Papa hugged me, tapped my back. and said, "bohot accha beta, you made me proud. I am writing this on 11 March 2026, and till now I have not been able to replicate that moment. Neither I am sure would be able to make it again spontaneously. And that's what makes this one of the most beautiful memories of my life.
But Why Did I say I won't be able to experience this again? As I discover, my parents' dreams aren't their own. They are just socital expectations which they want me to fulfil. My Parents' dream died way before I gained consciousness. Now I have dreams for my parents, not driven by this society. Again, I pray to god.
"Hanuman ji, I promise , mein kabhi paani waste nahi karunga
bus aap mummy papa ko healthy rakhiye until, I will make my dreams into reality for my parents."