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I AM A HEAP OF DUST

   Hai friends , 

                    As every typical autobiographies start , I am SA. Gopinath born on 30/03/2003 in a very small village. Now i am doing my grade 12 in Cambridge Public e- school.   In this mystery world i am a mystery creature.My mom  call me brave and intellegent but my dad call me anger stricken stupid. Interestingly my sister doesn't say anything about me. 
   Till grade 4 i don't remember anything except those beautiful memories with my grandpa and those tight slaps from my parents and teachers. I was literally crazy , once i even locked the home having my parents inside and went to play cricket. Even after getting several slaps from my parents i don't know why i love them the most. 
         All of a sudden i started to understand what i read from grade 5. Ultimately i did my academic part quite good. From then in almost every exams i secured 80+ percentage. 
         I had very poor anger management ability and i was aggressive to the peak. Initially it doesn't matter much to me , but when the same remarks came into my report cards my parents took it to a serious concern. My father wanted my aggressiveness to be in a constructive way, so he joined me in karate class.My school organises meditation and yoga daily , which helped me to find the peace within myself. Now i am completely cool except few situations.
      In food section , i like kothuparata and laddoos. I generally avoid going to marriage functions which doesn't provide me laddoos.
         I am always open to all age group people and treat everyone equally. I respect my seniors and also my juniors. I was elected as vice head boy in the last academic year and now i am elected as a head boy. To be honest i could not do my duty properly due to lots of commitment in academic part.
        I like to travel a lot , which i will surely do in my future. Finally, my life is a gift. I may be a heap of dust but before it vanishes into the air i will live my life to the fullest.
Thank you

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