Roll No. 377

In the yesteryears I was once taught that

A stands for Apple

B stands for Ball

C stands Cat and rest continues

But since then for me T has always been as troublesome, terrifying n not less than a tsunami...

And unluckily my Roll no. at college during my grads was 377 [starting with the TL] I was slave for 3 years, as this was my identity in my college. And I had no escape. Entire lecture I used to sweat thinking about the time when my professor will take the attendance & I will mercilessly call out my roll call in front of the whole class. With every eye staring at me , making gestures & I am helplessly standing trying to call out 377.

With such a hard block from head to toe I used to come in complete shock .I used to feel very embarrassed n humiliated , with the thought what other might be thinking about me that time.

As in the first year, we are just like newly born butterflies coming out of the cocoon, with all new faces & no one to understand us. As a PWS, I always wanted to interact with new people but I was never myself. The shame n guilt that I used to feel during my roll call took away all my happiness .But still I searched for recognition.

But enough was enough, I wanted recognition. I worked hard in my studies came out as a good scorer, became active member of college placement cell n part of the college magazine as well. Over the time I realized, care a damm what people think about you. At the end only the good deeds matter n what you are as a person matters. Thanks to my stammer .It has made me bold n given me the courage to face the world.

I believe with tremendous turmoil zest and zeal “T” will turn out to be terrific someday J