ABOUT MY LIFE

Well, to begin with the story of my life, I'll have to flash back to the 8th day of the seventh month of 1991, in a nursing home in tambaram, chennai... that was where a child was born. We have a family tradition of naming a child after one of it's grandparents. My grand-dad's name was Vedamurthi, which sounded kinda obsolete to my parents. So (thankfully) they decided to find a more modern name, at the same time retaining the name of lord krishna(again a family tradition). And thus the child born that day was named Navneeth Krishnan.

Soon we shifted to this nondescript suburb of Greater Bombay called Kurla, and I've been living here ever since. My school wasn't an exceptionally good one either (When I passed out of it in 2006, it didn't have even a good internet connection). But then, you couldn't find "posh" schools in Wadala. Yet, for the fees I paid, the school was pretty good. The faculty, mainly composed of Malayali ladies, was passable. Of course, you don't really require extremely talented teachers to teach in primary schools, and by the time I passed the crucial tenth standard, I managed to secure good marks in my SSC Examination good enough to get a seat in Ramchandar's Institute a very well known coaching institution in mumbai. For my Hsc Examination I surrendered myself to the coaching class system (which by the way, was a great help) .

At first, I was in for a big culture shock. I felt like a village simpleton who has come to a city. Everyone around was conversing in English, wearing chic clothes, and flaunting fancy gadgets. And here I was, Normal, dark and bespectacled, barely able to speak fluent English. My written English was reasonably good, but when it came to speaking it, I used to lay a huge egg. Thankfully, all the folks in my class were quite friendly, and before I knew it, I had a gang of really good friends. In fact, they my best friends till date - we still meet up regularly. The two years that I spent here were probably the best in my life. I cherish every moment that I spent in Ramchandars, be it the Accountancy sessions which we thoroughly enjoyed or the Organisation of commerce sessions which we thoroughly bunked. The hours that we spent in the class gymkhana, absorbed in chess duels.. oh boy.. those were the days! (I know it sounds extremely geeky, but I was indeed quite geeky in those days.)

In the month of december 2007, I landed up in an extra special training lectures sessions in my class for HSC Examinations, and that's where the four enlightening months of my life began. I desperately needed some confidence to talk to people. I felt that by becoming a Class representative, I would gain some of that confidence. Also one wise guy had told me that you get extra term guidance if you became the CR (I'm still looking out for that guy). Thus, I became the Class Representative for the first few semesters of my class. I was entrusted the responsibilities of cancelling class tests, postponing submissions, getting free lectures, co-ordinating with the profs and so on. It wasn't an easy task at first considering that I'm a pretty lazy person. It was a thankless job as I soon found out, a job where I had to walk the tightrope between pleasing students and being in the profs' good books at the same time. The first few days I did it with utmost sincerity, which means I slogged like a jackass running from classroom to staffroom and back again. Precious lunch breaks were spent in collecting assignments, and talking to profs about future tests and assignments. Soon I grew a bit wiser, and managed to cut down on my sincerity. Nevertheless this stint gave me more benefit than harm - I did indeed develop a bit of confidence, and could now manage to speak decently in front of people.

These four months passed by in a blur.. Every semester was more or less the same - the initial two weeks spent in getting my bearings back on track after every semesters, the next week busy writing goddamn sunday tests. Then there would be the hectic final week, lost in completing (read copying) assignments and lab exercises. The last few days of the semester would be spent in trying to get hold of the semester syllabus, xeroxing coaching class notes, and bracing myself for the prelims. I would barely scrape through with my prelims (the more unfortunate ones in my class had the misfortune of writing re-tests and re-re-tests). Finally we used to have a five days of preparatory leave, where I never used to prepare. And before we knew it, the main exams had whooshed past by. Another semester gone! This continued in every semester, until one day I woke up and realized that Five semesters had passed already. I was Prepared for HSC Board Exam! End of Class life, end of honeymoon! HSC BOARD EXAMINATION 2008, here I come!