I always wondered to be a journalist. I am kind of social person and more friendly to common people. I like interacting with new people and explore new places. As a member of poor family, I had not many choices in my life. Options were limited and sometimes no options at all. Studying in a government school of Baglung, in the beginning of my school, we even didn't have benches to sit on. We used to bring mats from home to sit. The classrooms were open and narrow. It used to be dusty floor where I learn my lessions.
I wasn't a brilliant student but not a dumb neither. I used to stand in 4th in my class every year. But with my aspirations high, I kept working hard to get high school. After school was over, I migrated to Chitwan for higher education. In Birendra Campus in Bharatpur-Chitwan, I finished my bachelor's degree securing second division. Before that I already had started my career as a teacher in Boarding school. Days were tough, dreams were high and the possibilites limited, I struggled for a better life. Medium class family, less chances of jobs and endless thoughts made me more serious.
We had a joint family with five brothers, mum and dad. Right after my bachelor's degree completed, we were seperated. The three elder brothers remained outside and my younger brother and me who were unmarried and fighting for future, had to handle the family without any job and earnings. My brother whose name is Ganga was a student leader of Baglung district and used to stay there except some days in ever few months. So I was alone taking care of my parents in the undescribable economic crisis of my life.
to be continued
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